March 3, 2008
Fear is a charcoal bird
Locked in an open cage
Hope is more than a whispered word
It is a sage

Pride is not power
But the blade that takes it down
Beauty is trapped in a distant tower
And we are not graced by her crown

Hate is that twilight
You glimpse in an eye
That flicker of knowing before the night
That crushed-on-the-inside sigh

And love is a reason why.
Why we live, and why we die.

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