Realization
Oh Sam
I cannot struggle against
The hold no longer
Its fingers have clenched
Around my heart
Never to let go
To tear
This thing
From me
Would kill me
I would die
My fingers curled
In agony around
This circlet
Of fire
My breath stilled
As I desire
The precious
The sword would
Slash through me
My blood upon
Its blade
My heart
Never to beat again
Before I would
Let go
Of my precious
- Eglerio Hyn