For Jay - whose light never ceases to shine.


Wounded with darkness
he reflects each light
like a diamond, they say
Oh, what a sight!

He trots down with his black shield
And blunt daggers on his face
He smiles
With such kindness; with such grace

The Man with The Black Shield;
Alas - he's taken a wound to the chest!
He sends shivers to monads
"Hence!, she says, "let him rest!"

The Man's breaths were long -
And unwavered -