A TRAVELERS’ BAIT IS THE CITY
A travelers’ bait is the City.
At its iron gates stand the soldiers,
They ask me who I am & why I should enter the City,
I tell them to listen to my heartbeat, my love waits me,
They have shown no pity.
They do not believe. I tell them that love is my kingdom,
They draw their swords, they show me spears of all kind,
Then I realize the soldiers themselves are wounded,
Wounds of love put them in a bitter frame of mind!
I wander around the City walls,
People ask me if I am a slave or Kingdom’s Queen;
I tell them now I do not even know for myself,
I only know that Travelers’ bait is the City when you’re eighteen!
