Animus

This wound must heal before the end draws nigh,
Feral spite be put to rest, lest it set;
Rise up, do not this animus let lie.

Good friends undone by treason's sword must try
To salvage what's left of dignity's debt.
This wound must heal before the end draws nigh.

Stale, mildewed years, by blood begrudged, flew by.
Of son’s and father’s silent, pained regret:
Rise up, do not this animus let lie

Here, steadfast neighbors each to each decry,
Eternally confined their minds to fret,
This wound must heal before the end draws nigh.

Old feuds in bloom did wither hearts to die,
As Montague lay next to Capulet,
Rise up, do not this animus let lie

Your wretched soul's breadth must forgiveness sigh
Much sooner than scorn will yield to forget.
This wound must heal before the end draws nigh,
Rise up, do not this animus let lie.