Breathe deep, twilight calls him, it whispers his only name
Pray keep, as night falls dim, sly tricksters hunt lonely game

Suffer, bold night's command, born of deep shadowed mind
Buffer, hold right one's hand, mourn not the hallowed kind

Pained soul, answer their call, sing hope upon the troubled
Feigned whole, tether their fall, bring rope to clear the rubble

Tell all, and hold it firm, release our glory's host high
Hell fall, to scold and squirm, it flees our stories most nigh


Lane Diamond (David B. Lane)
October 7, 2008
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