Cameron Poem by The First Shrike

She speaks
of him
so thus
in fragile
hands
he trusts
his future
doth
he have
a say
this question
of you

I ask

Mighty soul
that lays
within
small body
a mind
remains

In GODS hand

He must
sustain
the reason
why all such
do remain
for such caring
in loving hands

Tenderness
is all
that she
retains

No profit
from his
soul
she asks

An open eye
to all
must pass


No reason
given
such love
from her

For those
whom care
none would
so ask

Hevely Where The crown