The Ascent
Hold fast your shadowed eyes on our joined hands.
Let them not waver. From this evil fate
I'll lead you, over boned-bleached, yearning sands,
to shaking worlds where trust will conquer hate
and clear the blood-soaked lust from your blue gaze.
My father, the strength of your grasp suborns
the doubt I sense on your occulted face.
I beg you give to me your faith and scorn
that subtle tempter—sweetest, honeyed night--
who calls your false name with your master's voice
and murmurs rude seduction to ignite
your fealty. Ben was wrong-- You have a choice:
Join me! And from this path you'll never stray,
though only love ignites our narrow way.