Light My Cloak Poem by James McLain

A hero disguised as a man, she once wrote.
Life does It matter how far the stream flows?
Small little rifts that divide the wide gulf.
Do unto you and to they, whom to us, we all are.

Softly go gently and when long is the night.
Lament over song as we needs greatly die.
Fashioned naught for kings, queens to they will lie.
Then please forgive me, how my day has gone bye.
Hence fashioned from us, is common each man.