Dark-Knight

Oh ye of little faith,
how shall I tame thee?
by slender branch?
For whipper wills shall not tame your way

Oh friend from smallest hint,
what can I do for thee?
Thy will is mine
For not even mine is the eldest way

Oh child of strongest trust,
hath ye no empathy?
I stray from path,
fairest from the truest in thine eye

Oh man of strongest will,
what pray thee?
Must I die from give or take,
while prey upon thine eye

Oh thou of thoughtful mind,
must I hurt you so?
Pry into my thoughts as must,
just quick as river run

Oh tempest of my mind,
how do we make you whole?
For I am but a part,quarter fell on stony run
2/2/02
ŠHannahlore Starr
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