A Willing Hand

Shadow, you who often haunt my dreams
With tearless regrets and burdens unnumbered
Soft dark locks bowed, with cares encumbered
Who fill bleak grey autumn with trembling screams
I would let solace into your betrayal seared heart
And prove through fire a soul like your own
Could I but take you from the sorrow you’ve known
So long, and set from you, your pain apart
But shadows flit beyond my yearning arms
And flee into a deep and writhing nest of harms

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