Lure the Past

whose soul is torn from her body by a fiend's claws.

I shall write it in such fashion that you, too,

who have known neither love nor friendship—

and for whom life has been the bitter chalice

of pain and misery, who cannot rest or sleep;

your eyes see only the horrors of hell—

will feel a thrill of pity. Yet I am certain that,

as soon as my verses are read aloud to you,

you will refuse to perform your task for me;

and when you say "No," you will not be lying.

So I shall be forced to work alone and die

a wretched, lonely death. I know this is true.

I do not wish to die without fulfilling

my mission here on earth: To bring salvation

to those who scream into an empty sky