My foul-weather friend,
you come for comfort when black clouds are a caul
obscuring hope and drowning more conventional wisdom.
Like inky nets of midnight's stuffy sacks,
the tossing seas of lies rise suddenly to
confound your eyes. Only then do you recall your
long-time perilous voyage knows no conclusion.
My foul-weather friend,
I bring you counsel and friendship this time again.
I stand beside you at every crossroads where
menaces and monsters wait hushed, invisible. And though
the night does not always contract and recoil
from the East's dawning light, and this keen fear
infects me as it does you too, my darling dear,
I'm true to you in the lonely,
fair weather just as unwavering,
just as inevitably waiting, waiting for
one so utterly worth rescuing
as you.
"My foul-weather friend." I like that this immediately characterizes this person as a stormy, melancholic fellow.
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"Waiting for one so utterly worth rescuing
as you." Such loyalty and honour! Wow!