Spirit
.
Speak to me no vow
and hold your fickle tongue
i need no vague assurances
or gentle platitudes
to soften all the sharp truths
stabbing in
Hide me not
fill you lips with droning
What's loved is gone
For all that we accumulate
Wisdom is ignored
For all that we sacrifice
what does a little blood matter now?
.
-Moon Sidhe © 1999