"Who am I?"
I ask the sky
But no one answers.
Must I live this way?
Must I hide my face from the world?
My life has turned around completely
No one is there to comfort me anymore
I am a completely different person to everyone
Including myself.
The war's fires and swords have given me experience
Tolerance for pain
Scars to show my work
But must I hide?
Who am I?
Am I the kind gentle princess?
Whose wisdom is known and loved?
Whose beauty is fair and uncommon?
Or am I the warrior,
Who dwells in the shadows?
Who runs from love and friendship?
Who no longer knows the meaning of trust?
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I look down at my bloodstained hands
Then out at the vast temple
Standing dark against the stormy sky
Cold mist swirling in the harsh wind
He'll be here soon.
I guess it's finally time
To see who I am.