Motes and razored cliffs surround me,
The causeway connecting me to my land swamps and swells.
To myself, leave me be.
And stay on your own bay.
The walls surrounding me reach so high,
Birds fly around them.
Each day, in my courtyards, the sun passes over,
Glistening from my crown\'s diamonds and gems.
Praying in my Chapel,
My neck is open wide,
In stumbles a not so quiet, armed assassin,
And before he takes his shot, \"I\'m sorry\", he cried.
He missed.
He fell to the floor.
He was removed, his gun clenched tightly in his fist.
And my heart beat against my chest like the knock on a door.
If you want to bring my walls down,
Prepare to get bruised.
The man slowly lingered in my dungeons
While fresh wounds oozed.