In the shadow of honor
I wouldst not lay the weight of mine own transgressions upon another’s shoulders,
For in such an act would be the shadow of a coward’s folly, veiled in dishonor.
Yet I am haunted by this question, lingering as mist upon the dawning hour—
Hath enough time now passed to bid my farewell, to sever my bonds to sin and shame?
Perchance there be those who spake ill of me, deeming my deeds grievous...
For in such an act would be the shadow of a coward’s folly, veiled in dishonor.
Yet I am haunted by this question, lingering as mist upon the dawning hour—
Hath enough time now passed to bid my farewell, to sever my bonds to sin and shame?
Perchance there be those who spake ill of me, deeming my deeds grievous...