Contributed by C. MacFarlane
Don’t speak to me of placid,
That's not my love.
Courage, that word is valid.
Passion resides in that soul,
When you feel so greatly
It does take its toll.
Anger for the lost, compassion.
A yearning to protect the broken
A position no longer in fashion.
This one may dissolve in the crucible
It's better to burn with desire
Than give up to what is suitable.