The sun is down,
The night is old,
My sorrows shall I keep,
Let me live,
Or let me die,
But never let me weep.
The sky is burning on the wind,
And all the stars are fled,
But I shall keep my secrets here,
And not betray the dead…
For as I live this borrowed life,
This silence I shall keep,
Today I breathe until I die,
But never let me weep.
This poem is featured in my currently shelved for editing paranormal romance novel The Serpent’s Tale. It also lent its title to a fanfiction of the same (if pluralized) name Borrowed Lives. I’ve linked to that story but not posted it here because there’s an update I need to make for my own sanity/sense of rightness. Once I have five minutes to do so, here shall it be.
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