Rest
To hold your head
when the wraith rides
the winds to steal your sleep
to soothe your cheek
when darkness seeks to become
your life without relief
I would ride the wings of a demon
regardless of consequence to trade
for a small measure of respite
for your heart
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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