They Say You Lay Sleeping

they say you lay sleeping,
underneath the hill,
sword laid across your chest
above your beating heart
points toward the north star

(she sits alone within the castle
of her mind where the walls are as cool
as the chill of her sadness
while she watches the sunset fade
from crimson to the darkness
that she views as the sum of her days)

they say you lay sleeping,
the rock rolled back from the tomb,
the women gathered to watch
where your body lies quiet
mocked by the name of god

(she searches your body
to see if the wounds have healed
before she wanders onto the streets
to find if any remember the time
before your name slipped
from reality to legend and myth)

they say you lay sleeping
amidst the dust from where you came
and to where you now return,
the sword shattered like your promises,
the shroud imprinted for eternity
with the questions you left behind

(she waits by the gate,
her heart rendered to tatters,
her soul useless to anyone,
her emotions a scared deer
lost in the lamp before the hunter)

this is the legacy you have left her

they say you lay sleeping