I thought I had thoughts
And stories to tell today,
But the words are gone.
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for Stephanie
If I could but collect your tears and turn
Them in to crystal gems to free us from
The burden of our debt and fear, I would.
Such pretty words hold infinitely less
Value than the currencies of this world,
My love, and therefore we must do our best
To stand against the whims and wiles of beasts
That dare to masquerade as honest men.
And should the demons feast upon my flesh,
I know that I can die with pride in hand,
For you yet live and that will be enough.
