Hemlocked Heart

I sit pleading with a forgotten memory,
That I’ll know your face, to face your enemies.
But if I don’t, if you’re forced to fight alone,
If you’re dissolved, bound to frothing sea foam,
Please hold my hope when yours fades to memory. 

Stand shouting to be heard, with clarity
Race demanding to be seen by cascading tragedies
Please reject the solitude of shell and stone
Raving if the heavens fall you will, you will be known,
As droplets, as waves, as currents, as flood and remedy.

Reach out to the stars with helping legacy
Where you will return, shining and worthy,
Once washed out and fractured by our cruel bones
A floating, barren, drowning wasteland crone
Reborn among warriors’ and lovers’ eternal mercy.

Please.
Please.
Please.
Don’t end with us.