Oh, Sleeper

We watched them fall. Eyes locked to mine, feeling as if I had let them down.
Caught blinded by silk, led by lips to the baited chains.
Now look around regret.
As the axe swings before your eyes, think how everyday we spent dreaming.
Never once did we pick up the sword and learn to fight.
Now is the time. Pick yourself up and fight.
Learn to swing. Learn to swing.
They watched me fall for the last time,
but how is such an elegant blade to be stopped?
When in times where eyes set sites to cross-hair the weak.
My bride, I'll try, oh so hard, to find that Light.
But in his mind she baits me to fire.
What a cunning foe we've met!