To Solidarity's Bladed Name

Solidarity, with your bladed name Would you take mercy on this silent soul? For solitude, born with you in the flame Of human heart, it burns bright hearts to coal And makes a wasteland of the shining eyes Of little youths who dare and hope for light. Would you, togetherness, be biting lies For yearning ghosts who seek your gentle night? Mythic and unseen, do you yet slumber Denying little wraiths your firm embrace And make of them little more than spectres? Dear amity, you speak of mighty grace, But as I burn alive in lonely mist I wonder, yes, if you truly exist.