Interlude 12: Keening

Keen is the light

that severs night from day.

Keen is the whistle

that calls the dog.

Keen is the fear

that accompanies courage.

Keen is the word

that rejects the pretense.

Keen is the silence

that censors the fool.

Keen is the eye

that recognizes truth.

Keen is the laughter

that wounds the proud.

Keen is the sorrow

that follows loss.

Keen is the price

that follows victory.

Keen is the hatred

that gnaws within.

Keen is the blade

that is both justice and mercy.

Keen is the heart

that knows the difference.

Keen is the love

that heals the wound.

- Bard Svenya of the Mask