In the hush where shadows creep,
I shall guard your sacred sleep;
through the gaze of stranger's snare,
I will weave a steadfast prayer.
Silent vows in iron spun,
blazing brighter than the sun;
none shall steal your light from me,
none shall bruise what I can see.
Should their wandering glances seek,
I shall be your strongest peak;
in my arms, no winds shall break,
not a tremor shall you take.
Through the nettle and the thorn,
through the envy others mourn,
I shall shield your precious name,
from the fires of shallow fame.
Every sigh of secret spite,
I shall wrestle through the night;
none shall touch your woven grace,
none shall dim your sovereign face.
Let their silver tongues parade,
I shall forge an iron blade;
cutting lies and wicked arts,
till your throne is crowned in hearts.
Should their whispers stain the skies,
I will answer with sunrise;
painting gold where rumors crawl,
sowing strength against the fall.
In the gaze of hungry eyes,
I will build the surest ties;
threading you in warmth unseen,
nestled deep in realms serene.
Through the city's crowded breath,
through the trails of silent death,
I shall be your unseen shield,
anchored firm, yet never sealed.
When they call with empty hands,
I will break their brittle sands;
when they reach with fingers cold,
I will guard your dreams of gold.
By the thorn and by the flame,
by the oath that bears your name,
I shall rise with voice and sword,
to defend your silent word.
When their falsehoods weave their lies,
I shall drape you in pure skies;
in my soul, your light shall stay,
safe from every night and fray.
No sly stranger shall prevail,
no sly flattery shall sail;
with my breath, I chase them far,
with my hands, I catch each star.
I will mend each broken sigh,
brush the dust from off your sky;
keep you wrapped in woven spells,
soft as midnight's secret bells.
If their gazes pierce and pry,
I shall steal you to the sky;
where no jealous ghost may fly,
only you and I shall lie.
Through the wars of glancing eyes,
through the siren-songs and lies,
you shall reign untouched, unbowed,
like a queen among the clouds.
Should their games grow sharp and vile,
I shall answer with a smile;
one that drives their ghosts away,
one that guards your heart each day.
None shall tarnish what I hold,
none shall turn your skies to cold;
in my vigil you shall find,
sanctuary in heart and mind.
So in storms and golden hours,
you shall bloom through velvet showers;
and no tempter's grasp shall thread,
nor uproot the paths we tread.
I shall carve our secret space,
woven deep in endless grace;
no cruel hand shall break your song,
for with me, you still belong.