Do not let thy flame die
For now is not the end of thy days
I pray, for the horrors have yet all been slain.
In my Heart they stab
In my Mind they lurk
In my Dreams they speak.
Put to the sword those that stab
Give chase to those who lurk
Yet invite those who speak.
For I desire to hear them in the Court of my Conscious,
Before following what the world decided of them.
I pray, stand guard with thy blade which burns like gentle coal
Fortify my Insight
Sharpen my Wisdom
Enable my yes and no to remain unyielding.
They may be monsters
Still and all, they speak with truth.