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