Camille

Take my hand and steady be.
Both worst and best we've yet to see.
Two abreast her and him,
we'll walk this land 'til the path grows slim.
If the lead must change, or the way grows steep,
I'm ready for what you'll ask of me.
I risk nothing that mortals can keep.
I'll sow it all for your smile to reap.
When at last all around 
the path is dark, no way back down,
sight grown dim, breath fallen still
I've gambled for things they cannot kill.
The silence will be filled, the maker praised.
But I'll sneak out with that smile I raised.