I sit well on a guarded wall,
But my center stands at the gate.
I lead with heart but feel through my head,
Often spilling ink the way blood naturally sheds.
My amour wears heavy with nothing at all,
But my swords blade seems to cut them when they stall.
I\'m regarded as a knight,
Watching the world fall.
But really I\'m just a girl,
Protecting her heart from the dangerous rainfalls. -Wolf10