Athamé

Safe, a fait accompli,

ablaze, a wave, a comet

Damn, son...

slam dunk!

You're brave, afraid to commit

It can't know,

my blade won't rain upon it

If I could carve your feathers,

and lie across your chest, and so

decide to call your bed a home...

and if I could calm your weather,

survive just long enough to know,

if I should forfeit, heaven knows