You are my heroes, my unsung warriors, silent yet strong
You have been poked, prodded, burned and scarred.
You have stoically received the clear drops of medicine,
While releasing the precious drops of blood.
You are the gatekeepers, knowing the cost, knowing the reward.
You are tired, reluctant to accept another invasion,
Yet opening yourselves up to allow my
Blood to flow through my body, carrying the
Magic drops, let the healing spread.
I am forever indebted to your generosity.
I thank you, I bow to you – my veins, my heroes.