She has talked to me through my darkest of plights.
She has walked with me through the blackest of nights.
I would fell kingdoms for her, to fell her cold and deafened ears.
I can but seldom hold her and tell her, “There’s nothing to fear.”
If she took my hand, she would then blush even my ears.
If she gave her hand, my tears would stream for countless years.
- Larker, Taken