Hadley Fraser - Postscript: For Gweno

If I should go away
Beloved, do not say
He has forgotten me
For you abide
A singing rib within my dreaming side
You always stay

And in the mad tormented valley
Where blood and hunger rally
And death, the wild beast is uncaught, untamed
Our soul withstands the terror
And has its quiet honour
Among the glittering stars your voices named