This is an older poem that I created, intended as a song with significant meaning in the novel I am attempting to finish writing before I die. I don't think I have posted this before. In light of the current situation, I thought it was appropriate....


I am a child of solace.

I shall ease the pain.

The heat of the wound is scalding.

Let me be the balm to the flame.



Heated words of battle

Strike the chorus of unbridled rage.

I shall be the harpist.

I shall smooth the page.



Tell me, weary trav'ler:

How long have you journeyed, how far shall you go?

I will be your shelter,

Your furs in the brutal cold.



Yes, I am the child of solace.

I shall ease the pain.

But the heat of the heart is passion.

One should never squelch that flame.

This is very good, and I do feel that this would be a great tribute to the book you want to write, though I know nothing about the story or characters involved, just from this, alone, I am certain it will be a winner of a read.

Blessed Be!
Aiyana

You are soothing indeed.

Great work Megan.

Thank you so much, Aiyana! I certainly hope I can live up to your expectations!

Thank you also, Hey Hey, my friend. It is always wonderful to hear your opinion. *Hug*

Silke! Hello, hon, it's been a while! I've missed you on the board! Thank you so much for the comment.

~Much Love and Hugs to All~
Megan