This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What may cause a heart to break,Or sometimes raise the dead?What loathsome thing can crawl insideOr rescue from dark dread?A weapon singing through the mist,A spear hits home, and hard.It drives the point and shaft in deep,A shining, poisoned shard.A lullaby of sweet delights,Confection to the soul;It rocks a babe to gentle rest...
