Wraith of Words

                                                    

Oh, Wraith of words, make me strong,

So much as the beast bows.

For He hasn’t been able to escape

The turmoil you can bring,

No one, but you know

What you are thinking.

I say not if heather is your mother,

For you cause the hearts to beat not,

Your mere mention,

Can make human life rot.

I ask not for the power to end.

But, the might to pretend,

What my tiny head has wandered about,

Or why I believe that I’m always in doubt.