Jehan composes a sonnet after "Drink With Me".

The sleeping sighs of friends do nothing hold

But weariness and ache, foreboding loss.

The moon is veiled, the sun a legend gold,

The night sinks lower, hope and doubt to toss.


The thought of death keeps most of us awake,

The thought of life no comfort to us now,

Since life we strive to find, our own lives take

A bitter twist, a sober, desperate vow.


For as of yet, there's nothing we have done,

And nothing we can do but wait to fight,

And war against the evil, 'til we've won-

Or lost, to fall into a deeper night.


Our barricade for now becomes our nest,

We watch, we wait, we pray, we hope, we rest.