I open my eyes

to see the light

who can touch the ice

held in pupil reflecting bright?

In helmet and corselet

I greet the sounds

which squeeze warmth in droplet

from the freezing wounds

I close my eyes to not see

and turn back to the finale of dawn

but lost in night do I awake and plea

for faintest glimmer to pierce me as awn

I throw away my armors in flames

to stand in the rain with hymn and hit

to voices I shudder and let resonance to come

my eyes open wide, in denser drops I treasure and sit

The same spear that stabbed now let heal the flesh

steps into the dusk awake tears to dear refresh