Nameless

• Daisy Smart, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2011

Sweet, cold blood of life;
Turns cold of ice;
Or cold of darkness!
Nameless is what you may call me;
I do not have a name-
I do not have a heart-
I did, but the dark raven of death reached me.
Pluck the gentle rose;
Let the tears spill,
For Nameless shall rise,
Mother will come,
The sword shall be lifted-
The bow shall be pulled-
We will be ready;
Everyone is ready!
Let the Nameless step forward!