I brought you back to life
once, reached into the depths
and pried you out of hell
without the aid of lute or lyre.
I led the way then, but don’t
make me do it again. If you ask
I’ll let my heart beat for both
of us, I’ll put this lonely comfort
aside again – but with reluctance
knowing, this time, what it costs
to be a personal savior. There will be
a sea change drifting, drawing
a glaze and nightmare. You’ve only to ask,
I’ll do what I can.