Helpless

How long will darkness lay with you
I gently sweep through your hair
A forehead free of fever
Yet locked in battle, you sweat

I call no dirge to lips
Nor raise my hammer to forge
I gently sweep through your hair
My fingers lost and forlorn

Fairies dare not answer
Trolls turn their gaze with a grin
’tis the dance of death upon them
I gently sweep through your hair

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