This is my entry to 
The sound, like whispers,
Your voice in the breeze.
I give pause and crouch,
To wait upon bloodied knees.
It wont come again,
Though my pulse does quicken,
I have no choice,
Compelled, I must listen.
In faith I wait
By strength of mind
Patient, still,
In Illusion's bind
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