Hate will come a-hunting
With claws all shiny sharp,
Not to hurt you, not to harm,
But when she knows you’re wanting
She’ll give up her claws with charm
And let you ribbon up your heart.
Let you join her in her hunt
And take someone else apart,
Let them join you as an enemy
At the flame filled frozen front
Of Hate’s ancient, warring art.

Hate may win,
May well come in,
If you would cut
Hate’s twisting rope
Let go her claws
And head for Hope.