Silence Is Golden
I watch him from behind walls. There is so much I can't say, mustn't say. He is like a creature of the forest—a sudden, unexpected move, and he'd flee, gone in a flash.
He's older, and immeasurably strong, but I nurture him—his child within. I watch over his heart; keep his vow alive and strong.
Even he doesn't realize how much he depends on me, how often my presence in his heart strengthens him against an enemy, stays his hand at the moment of victory, calls up his noblest spirit.
Perhaps nothing needs to be said, after all.