'Mactare'

Shield your heart. For now

My fury, called by name, descends

To curse this lapse in reason

That you should ask I make amends

I cannot strike unwelcome,

Nor any lost or child at heart

Has ever called me lover

For without faith there is no mark

You would deny me drink

From wounds inspired and quick to heal

Condemning me you wonder;

How does it taste? How does it feel?

Describe what has no like?

Neither sweet nor salt to bear contrast

What I can only vow is light

Which shines through passion's sable grasp

I understand your feeling

Cold and shocked by how I feed

Yet man inclined to noble war

Spills his own. I've watched you bleed

Hunger shared is my embrace

Yours to learn, mine to know; the void

Which flows through every human heart

And marks for life those not destroyed