in cold ink i carved your name,
in life’s dark breaths and wonder’s grain;
could not suffice with what we had today
loss of words,yet more to say.
Hardships reach our feet galore
future in denial,lay at the floor.
Worries,pain and the like
storm our paths, Eris’ might,
puppets in her hands, we pray for help
with heads bowed and in concern,knelt
down before your mistress’ high
In her hands our future lies.
in Cold ink,a carved stone,
bears the sighs of misfortune home.