Strength

I will not cry.

Though I walk amongst the living
Amongst the dead
I will not break
Like the tiny fragments of a soul
That my sister has become.

Yea though I walk through the valley of shadow, death, and evil.

I will not feel fear
Like a cold cloak around my shoulder's
That a ghost placed on me
With a smile of sadness and hate
And malice of Death.

For you are with me.

A million sorry smiles approach
And I fight through to the end
Where I find the caskets
That bear the bodies
Of those whom I love.

Thy rod and staff comfort me.

And I feel the staff of Him
That is placed under my hands
So that my mortal knees
Do not fail me
And send me to darkness

I will fear no evil.

I remain to fall.