Shackles

the world opens before me
my feet stepping from the stairs of solitude
too long I was prisoner of yours
my prince, my pale companion

burnt and swallowed by the bog
lost, forgotten, and condemned
by the truth, you told me when I was vulnerable
by the words you gave me with eternal life

my king, my faded guardian
how long does it take to be freed from the shackles you gave me?