Morgaine At the Well Words by Mercedes Lackey © 1989I am death so they say Be on guard keep away Do not touch me do not even try I hold death in my hands Bane of peoples and lands Anything I might reach for will die Do not break down my walls little Elen Do not tell me what I would not hear Do not challenge my lies Nor reproach me with your eyes Do not wake in the nightmares I fear I am death harsh and cold Like the sword that I hold Like this blade that slays foemen and friends We were five now alone Into Worlds yet unknown I wage warfare that time never ends Do not break down my walls little Elen Do not tell me what I would not hear Do not challenge my lies Nor reproach me with your eyes Do not wake in the nightmares I fear I am death like the sea And my conscience you'd be Little Elen the sea is too wide I shall swallow you whole I shall drown your poor soul And the wreck will go out with the tide Do not break down my walls little Elen Do not tell me what I would not hear Do not challenge my lies Nor reproach me with your eyes Do not wake in the nightmares I fear I am death let me be You mean nothing to me I shall use you and cast you away Why must I feel your pain Does no armoring remain If I tell you to leave me would you stay Do not break down my walls little Elen Do not tell me what I would not hear Do not challenge my lies Nor reproach me with your eyes Do not wake in the nightmares I fear Do not wake in the nightmares I fear