[Laika]: 661.Poetry.Crime of Passion.Prologue

and the spirit is too weak to resist
the silent will of old walls
I am not free of sin
it is not my hand holding the stone

   I know what I have done
   I remember the sighs, the numb
   white night gowns, torn cloths

I don't leave my chambers anymore
outside the castle it's too heavy
the slow breathing of a nation
the silence filled with accusations