Poems of The Sojourn in a Haven of Lone

Before the Dawn

Downfall hits the window pane.

She pines for the Bleeding Heart.

Grey and crumpled,

but she sees delight in the vibrant.

Staring at the summit in the dark

under the warm blanket.

Counting numbers doesn't help—

music comes instead.

"The lightning could strike me!"

She fights in her battle—

To ride to the enchanted land.