I want to write for you, to youBut I fear, That you'd sense my fear
And not like it, because you aren't like it
For you've never known it nor have you everWanted to know it
That which lives in the heart of the weak
And breaths falsehood and deceit.
I want to write to you, only you
But I fear
That the calm and steady fire in you,
The Starfire that is you
Will see
Right through it all, right through me -
The fragile shell, the shape of fear
Creeping along, looking to be near
You,
Starfire,
Starfire,
Beaming softly yet burning true
And the sad fearful creep
wants to creep towards you
For warmth, the warmth
That brings back
The decaying
and the dead,
or,
If nothing else,
For a burning end
To fear instead.