Home ยป Bereft but fought

At a discourse so far I wait at heart,
Living senses only through temperance,
Thereof am resolved half the man I was,
Should gratitude be at my peril last,
Mine own sustenance be my own desire,
Should the wolf summon me my presence here,
I’m but absent as though darkness endowed;
Upon death am no longer yet time shuns,
Ignorant and reviled the cold art wins,
Peril long last my discomfort retained.

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