Scrabble then for scraps. Anything. Something.
A hope, a glimmer, shred or morsel.
Promises, half-meant, much less honoured:
The menace of impending doom.
No more will this force be denied. No sway
In heaven or hell now stay this might.
No peace, no haven, shelter, bolt-hole
Shield this from advancing wrath.
Now is not the time to falter, doubt;
Flickering the candle, stout the glass.
Hold then, hold. Stay. Stay.
Forsaken and bereft. Shattered flight.
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