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Perhaps from love, perhaps despair
I would not know. No one did tell.
I said no vow before your grave
I did not speak. No one could tell
I kept one burning somewhere safe.
A hundred something days I lived
A weaponsmith and mindless soldier
They did not know, they all believed
I made no vow before your grave.
Your murderer, he trusted me
Little, and still that was too much;
He sent me in as spy, you see.
I could not kill him from away.
I thought of you there, of your fire
While prisoner I played for the prince,
A man long frozen cold in ire
Regal in form, shattered at heart.
I kept it silenced, quenched and safe
For seven something days I lived
Like that. I hadn't known it'd chafe
Like that. I swore it was not love.
And when he offered me his side
I said I'd come, just one more thing
Before the one-way Bifrost ride;
I'd kept you burning far too long.
A hundred days I lived for you
It seems this day I die for you.
There is no out, no trick to do
It's plain to all I killed the man.
Pepper, I do not want to die.
I used to think I'd greet death brave
I'm scared, guess that one was a lie.
There is no return now, back to
My prince- he rarely trusted me,
And with good reason. I promised
him nothing I could keep, you see.
I wish I could have told him, though,
A first and last of honesty;
But I must face the end of the show.
Revenge's dimmed to an afterglow,
Another fire wrecks me now
That nobody knew burned. Not even
I; I could not tell him how
I loved him- in this I despair.