day 9; like a king

Crammed between
My cold and shattered ribs,
I've slathered mortar nice and thick.
Build up the wall, I said,
Else the enemy breach again.
No battering ram shall fell them;
No force shall sway them.
Here in this fortress,
I can outlast them all.

But you brought no battering ram,
No gift horse to sway or fool me.
You called and I opened,
Like a king coming home.