I'm so cold,
Sitting here protecting those that aren't so bold.
I want to move freely again,
But that would almost be a sin.
If I move the demons would come out.
There would be famine, plague, and drought.
No, I am to remain here.
To protect those I hold dear.
My dear ones....My children, where are they?
Are my son and daughter stored away in safety's bay?
Oh! I wish to know.
How does my son look now? Does my daughter continue to grow?
My husband, is he well?
Does he continue every morning to ring the church bell?
I no longer hear its soft chime.
Perhaps its rusted still from the pressure of time.
.....Its been a long time since someone has ventured back to see me.
I suppose thats the best, for the forbidden door I protect no one is to see.
Ah, the demons are growing in number.
If I stay awake with these thoughts I might be tempted to leave, so I shall fall into slumber.
When I awake, I shall be with my loved ones again.
And never have to worry about whats underneath my chin.