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
