The Answer to My Question (An If -> Then Statement) -4/22/05

I cannot tell just how I’ve changed except:
I’ve aged a hundred in this lonely year,
And each a shackle on this heart that leapt,
A lifetime for each baseless thing I fear.

I keep abreast with all the golden young,
Till suddenly a pain consumes my chest
As Bitter Munin doth my stride arrest:
This one-time runner bears a flattened lung.

If I can kill that Raven, full of spite,
If all of Lethe’s draught will quench my fright,
If Mimir’s head can give me back my sight,
Then by the blood-mead’s light, I’ll once more write,
I’ll shake this curséd blight with love so bright,
And I’ll regain my might, if I am right.