I fear not the killer
I fear not the gun
I fear not the monsters
Or shapes born of settled-sun
I fear not myths or holy wrath.
No, I fear the lonesome
What solitude may bring
At loss irretrievable
Come swift on Time’s white wing
I fear not death
For that, at least, is comfort
A purchase for my cling
A little voice I can deny.
No, I fear derision and ties I’ve rent
I fear a nil my wants will bring
Long before death I’ve kent
I fear not fantasy
But nothing.