Hope flies high above, unshackled and free
As any bird could ever dream. Shadows
Dare not touch it and fear, ugly beast, cows
Before its light. Watch, at dawn you will see.
That little light holds a most wondrous key
That unlocks any garden and hallows
Any earth, allows passage thru shallows
And into the depths of who we can be.
And yet you wield it like a sharpened blade
Aimed at my heart, my soul, my very life.
You are Brutus, come here to end it all.
I wonder if as I falter and fade,
My feeble struggles will bring you any strife
And my soul’s cry “Et tu Brute!” as I fall.