Be Still - Poem by Dillon McKenna
Be still, my heart, there is no time for mourning,
Stay well apart, in despair we find a warning,
There is yet hope, and with it love,
The embers smoke, and with them lust.
Too few are the stars, too short the night,
So the wound smarts and saps our might,
With dagger sharp and eyes bright the demon cuts.
Take leave, my hate, there is no place for you.
Stay true, my fate, where the love may yet bloom.
With silent step and quiet gaze,
Mind the ledge and the fire's haze,
The path is straight and easy to follow,
Do not deviate, bereave us my sorrow,
Do not wait and leave me to borrow on faith.
Upon my chest, place your head,
Upon my strength, take your rest.
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