Unlaced

Modron,
I come to ask a favor.
May times I have asked,
and my hands were left empty.
But this time,
for once,
reward my efforts.
My roses are dead
and my hands are empty.
Pull my strings gently
and offer the way.
When will I see Modron,
the path that's smoothly paved?
When will I begin Modron,
to wander without fear?
I ask you now,
and I'll only ask once,
when will you help me
like you help silent others?