I failed to write the words I could never speak, and failed to speak the words I could never write. It was I the fool, all a long, still holding on to my iron maiden. Even if she closes in on another, She will remain to have pieces of me that I can never have back.

It was I the fool, all a long, loving a maiden of steel.

But there have been none as foolish as I, who still kneel honoring the pledge, even though our time has been severed. The flames are all around, engulfing whatever may have been left, and whatever it may char. Beating in your breast is the heart that once belonged to me, but I do not mind. It is yours to do as you wish as you please.

Here I am, to pledge myself to you, for better or for worse, to love and to hold. Even if you break that pledge, here I will be to kneel to your every whim.
Its not the fire though, nor the smoke, that threatens to distinguish the life from thine eyes. Its not the heart you stole which proudly beats in your breast, nor is it the hell which has come to consume me.

It was I the fool, all along, who was picking himself apart. So I have come to let you finish me, in our glorious castle crumbling and toppling to the ground. It was I that pledged to you, my heart of gold to your empty steel cage.

Go ahead, rip it out, and feast upon it.

The fool will stay at your feet keeled though, embracing the flames upon my burning funeral pier.

It was I the fool, who fell for man’s most beautiful and deadly weapon of all, love.

It was I the fool, who watched you devour the hearts of others, but will not budge from your feet.

Even if you do not want me, you may keep the parts of me you stole, you may keep the heart of gold that beats in your breast, and you may keep me if not to abuse me.

It was I the fool, all along, loving a maiden of steel.