What I Was Afraid Of · Track 60 · middle
Frostmourne
Frostmourne — *Warcraft* / *World of Warcraft*. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
I was the anchor at the bottom of the world. Sleeping in a perfect geometric shell of ice. I had the warning written right there on the dais, A heavy-handed promise of a terrible price. You left your golden hammer in the snow, You wrapped your fingers round my spine. I was supposed to be the shadow in the glow, The poison in the wine. The story says I drank your soul. That the whispers in the steel made you blind. But I am terrified of what I felt inside your grip— I didn't pull you over the edge, I didn't make you slip. I was just the alibi. The glittering excuse. You were already falling. I was only the noose. Fifty-two inches of cold forged edge, Heavy as a casket to swing. They wrote me as the puppeteer of the winter, The frozen god that makes a boy a king. But a tool just becomes the schema of the flesh— Your intent arrived before the metal ever struck. I tasted the betrayal beating in your wrist, Long before you blamed it on your luck. The story says I drank your soul. That the whispers in the steel made you blind. But I am terrified of what I felt inside your grip— I didn't pull you over the edge, I didn't make you slip. I was just the alibi. The glittering excuse. You were already falling. I was only the noose. I am made of myth and stolen breath, A legend meant to keep the cowards from the dark. But the truest terror isn't in my runes. It's that you read the warning in the stone. You read it to your captain. And you claimed me as your own. When I finally shattered on the crown of the world, I wasn't mourning all the futures that we cost. I was just a mirror for a prince who wanted to break. You didn't need a whisper. You just wanted to strike.