Jehan composes a sonnet after "Drink With Me".


The sleeping sighs of friends do nothing hold

But weariness and ache, foreboding loss.

The moon is veiled, the sun a legend gold,

The night sinks lower, hope and doubt to toss.

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The thought of death keeps most of us awake,

The thought of life no comfort to us now,

Since life we strive to find, our own lives take

A bitter twist, a sober, desperate vow.

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For as of yet, there's nothing we have done,

And nothing we can do but wait to fight,

And war against the evil, 'til we've won-

Or lost, to fall into a deeper night.

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Our barricade for now becomes our nest,

We watch, we wait, we pray, we hope, we rest.