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