We meet in an evil land <br />That is near to the gates of hell. <br />I wait for thy command <br />To serve, to speed or withstand. <br />And thou sayest, I do not well? <br /> <br />Oh Love, the flowers so red <br />Are only tongues of flame, <br />The earth is full of the dead, <br />The new-killed, restless dead. <br />There is danger beneath and o'erhead. <br />And I guard thy gates in fear <br />Of words thou canst not hear, <br />Of peril and jeopardy, <br />Of signs thou canst not see— <br />And thou sayest 'tis ill that I came?<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evil-land/
