Ann Scott Knife
Who put the trickle of unwilling tear
Is far worse for thinking of a border here
I'll ask the first that comes to me
But won't betray the fight
And there you are
My darkest light
Blood thirst be wary of the gilded spear
Poor horse the muscle of the flesh of fear
At last the strength has come to me
But won't betray the fight
And you're by far
My sharpest knife
At last the strength has come to me
But won't betray the fight
And you're by far
My sharpest knife
