Hemlocked Heart

To dance against the future is one hell of a thing
One drop of fortune, three drops of dreams
To stand by and watch as loved ones fall
Each emboldened with doubt of Inevitable’s call

That you heard in pale whispers, resounding
That you knew as in-mailable, confounding
That you once worked faithfully to undue
The future’s defiance became poison for you

Resolving to readjust your view on tomorrow
If this is the way, I’ll need your courage to borrow
From you who stood tall, devoted and capable 
From you who survived defying the inescapable.