Half of no chance
Steps in a dance
Your life’s just a combat
Now I’m the king of the ward 
Because I’m good and I swallow my sword 

Just some stalking before bed. 

She gazed with loving beauty like a mother to a son
like living, dying, seeing, being all rolled into one
Then all at once I heard some music playing in my bones
the same old song I’d heard for years, reminding me of home