I do not fault thy breath
Nor curse the blood
That simmers just beneath

The chest and organs
That bleeds and beats
That agony that groans

The moans that sweat
Sweet honeyed mead
Through stranger seed

I do not blame you
For the road you ran
The hands you held
And all you planned
For you are merely a man
No matter how high
Or hard you stand
For now your bitter actions
Though ill conceived
Receive my pardon