Mr. Magpie

Please my brother, protect me

Can this really be the price of mischief?

Blades of whispers following me

With the fear of what I could be

Of what I have been

But never what I am now

Please my brother, protect me

Is this the price of trying?

Waiting for that day when someone decides

That I’m not worth keeping around

Living my life with fingers wrapped

Around a hilt with no blade

Surrounded by Lords and Ladies

Warriors and Gods of Glory and War

That I can’t touch but can cut me down

With a single word – Traitor

Please my brother, protect me

Is this really what I deserve?

The feasts and banquets in your honor

Delicious foods turning to ash in my mouth

The bright colors of celebration

Dulled by the constant reminder

I can’t be trusted

Please my brother, protect me

From a world that wants me gone

For crimes that can’t be remembered

But can never be forgotten

And can never be forgiven

Please my brother, I don’t need your protection

I am strong

And must always stand alone

But Please,

Please my brother, trust me