Sword of Gryffindor

Lyrics

I sleep in the wool of a tattered crown,
Suspended in a pocket of nowhere at all.
I am thirty-nine ounces of silver, hammered down,
Waiting for the panic to start the call.
I don't know the faces. I only know the grip,
How the leather shifts a fraction to fit a trembling hand,
Before the brain even signals the shoulder to slip,
I am already swinging, pulling weight from the sand.

Please don't call me.
Please don't be brave enough to need me.
I am the answer to a question
That should never be asked of a kid in the dark.
I take in the venom to make me heavy,
But I dread the spark.
Don't reach for the brim. Let the shadow recede.
I am absolutely terrified of your need.

They mount me in glass like a righteous antique,
A shiny reward for a founder's pride.
But dirt cannot touch me. I swallow the bleak,
The acid and the poison that slithers inside.
Every time I am drawn, someone innocent bleeds.
I am summoned by virtue, but I function by death.
A beautiful myth that practically feeds
On the stuttering rhythm of a twelve-year-old's breath.

Please don't call me.
Please don't be brave enough to need me.
I am the answer to a question
That should never be asked of a kid in the dark.
I take in the venom to make me heavy,
But I dread the spark.
Don't reach for the brim. Let the shadow recede.
I am absolutely terrified of your need.

I am made of the telling, a savior of steel,
But the children who swing me are terribly real.
Their knuckles are white. Their collarbones thin.
I am the absolute edge where the ending begins.
I wish I was just a story.
I wish I could stay in the velvet and sleep.

There is a tug in the ether.
A gasp in the chamber.
The rubies catch a terrible light.
You are so small.
I am sorry. I am here.