Mazes

I've been up the same corridor
zigzagging between levels 
As if I'd lost my bearing easily 
Long corridors have led me to the same destination
to confront and confuse 
A fragile mind 
Days of cleaving rocks in my mind 
weighing down my fragile wings 
My ears are pricked to the sound of doom 
and skies loom over my head 
Not having to gave tasted fear in a while 
Words have meant the difference between breaking or bending 
dark leathers match the imprints on my bones 
Shimmering pommel shaped like an eagle in midflight 
Halls echo too loudly for me to attack 
Iron chandeliers swing around iron cages
The skies move in closer 
She stood her guard 
A soldier waiting on the horizon