When my sight unseen your sweet complexion
Time has stilled this grinding fire’s bitter burn
Yet silence only rounds another tiresome turn
My Heart heeds the Banshee’s depiction
Gnarled twists of her face lay waste my still hand
Aback the Flower heeds an infant’s frail curl
My Heart’s whimpers, drowned by cries, for that girl
Panicked gorge spurts blood upon the sand
Wrenching on the ground the hallow wind blows
Of future hope know I not where it goes
