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May I stay a while?
Golden Rose,
Queen of Ireland,
I kneel here before you,
Without party or band
For I am exhausted,
and can go no further,
For I have war and mischief,
And carry Deceit and murder,
May I lay my head here?
Can I stay a while?
I wish to be quiet and still
I have travelled my mile
I’ll put aside my gun,
and take off my helm,
Broken armour of Steel,
Bashed shield of elm.
May I stay a while,
Gentle Queen of light?
For I am hunted to death
By a blackening blinding blight
So long I have went
Knowing I am blinded
Hamstrung and dizzied
Yearning for a hell ended
Trapped in the currents
Of a cavernous mind
Were once a city stood
Yet only rubble I find
How long since I have past
The mercy divine
In a blizzard of ravens
I was swept in a torrent malign
Can I rest here,
My Lady?
If I am still fit to call you that.
I have failed you enough already
I cannot give,
I cannot fight,
For I am poor in soul
And lacking in might.
Can I rest here, O God?
Can I stay a while,
For I have nowhere else
Except a river of putrid bile
May I rest here my Queen?
May I stay?
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