To M- Poem by Nyx C Styx

Soul, hold your sighs, oh my heart stand still
For neither of you is to blame for the workings of my will
Two phantoms beat me down; one is Love, the other Despair
I have drowned them both in fantasies, so my suffering is fair
I shake no hands to the death dealings of tomorrow
What joy I bed tonight, I'll birth the next as sorrow
But beneath the onslaught of this, the ceasing year
You, my dearest love, will cause no mischief here