This is one of the peoms from one of my books. Its the very end of it I think. Tell if you've read it before.
Must I accept the barren gift? Learn of death and lose my mastery? Then let them know whose blood and breath Will take the gift and set them free.
Not old enough to love as yet, But old enough to die indeed,The death fear bites my throat and heart, fanged coulsin to the pale one's breed.
But past the death lies life for them, Perhaps for me; and past my dread, Past mastery and life, The sea shall yet give up its dead.
Lone Power, I accept your gift, But take this gift of equal worth: I take death with me out of time, And make of it a path, a birth.
Let the teeth come! As they tear me, They tear your ancient hate for I, So rage Lone Power, Fail once more. And see my blood teach death to die.
Relax. You only live twice, you know.