Greyer Days

Sprinting across the courtyard, dodging the restless reign of arrows,

I accumulate the foulest of mud on my boots.

I'm searching, but this beautiful place is foreign to me;

I see green and grey all around me, and above me.

Another day, another instance, I would cherish this.

I know not where I am or where I am going,

But I know who I am looking for.

I must find her;

I barrel on.

My legs betray me; I stagger, pulling shrapnel from my armour,

Slowing, and, perhaps, losing.

The castle is within my reach, so I grab for it.

I have the strength of a child, but the will of one, too.

The ascend is plodding, and grueling,

But there is nowhere else she may be;

This is our sole opportunity.

I am desperate,

And we have but limited time.

I climb higher,

Ignoring the pursuit, the fighting, the screaming,

Ignoring the physical pain;

There are worse trials than this.

As I climb those castle walls,

I see her.

I stop.

She stares back at me.

Up in the highest room,

One vast, lone space,

She stands, wide-eyed,

And her eyes are heavy with unshed tears.

She is I,

And I know not how to help her.