The Oathbreaker

Looking out from the space,
I see nothing but shadows,
Lying out in silence,
I am torn and helplessly put down,
Accepting my fate in the darkness,
I am sinking down and down,

Whispering voices,
Tales of madness and lunacy,
Look for the choices,
I see your face all around me,

Is this my fate, trapped alone in this darkness,
Is this my death, by hunger, flies and deadly cold

Look for a new page,
The past looks down and scowls at me,
The fires still rage,
Round in a circle all around me,

Is this the appalause for the sins that I have done,
Is this the token for the kindness I have never done,

Voices all around, images fly at me,
Screams of spite, the oath breaker,
They see me with their hearts,
I am the devil in their eyes, the oath breaker

“We all swear oaths”
“You swore to keep him safe”
“Him and the children, ”
“The king you had sworn to die for”

I can’t look at the faces before me,
The voices scream, and leave me in turmoil again,
My glory and my shame,
Fire and blood, the city will bathe in the heat of the flames,

If broken oaths be the price,
That’s how shall I pay, the debts the realm owes you,

And they say I am the one,
With shit for honour, the oath breaker,
The false brother, the broken lion,
The stabber in the back, the oath breaker

You have sinned,
In the deepest of the seven hells will you burn,
The dark, I am not afraid,
I am not scared alive, and never afraid dead,

But your eyes I cant look at,
The stern, violet coldness within,
Burn them all, the dragon hissed,
The king who would have burnt,
The innocents for his greed,

In my mind, the terbulence still alive,
And the lion, the lion is at the gates,
Before myself, stands in its glory,
Not long now, will be a barren waste of ashes,

“The traitors want my city”,
"But I’ll give them naught but ashes”,
“Let Robert be King over charred bones and cooked meat”,

So many vows, you have to forsake some,
many get away, yet some become the oath breakers,
Friendless, brotherless, loveless I stand,
The kingslayer, the oath breaker,

“I want him dead, the traitor, I want his head”
“You’ll bring me his head, or you’ll burn with the rest”
“Rossart says they are in the walls”
“He has gone to make them a warm welcome”
“Whose blood is that? Whose?”
“Rossart’s” came the reply