Watchful

Uncertainty, certainly, takes its toll; there’s language not within my lungs.
Concealing, keep the hunted green; simpering, hurt, I’m overplayed
Heavy lidded, heady, helpless; tell me, how may I object?
Sordid crimson clouds the vision. Seconds drip like blood congealed.
Silly girl, release the spirit. Know you naught and knows you well.
Revoked or staked, the claim still calls you; clamors to abandon past.
Wear bold their ties, their chains; They know you. Forsake not Them what I’ve forsaken.
Am I to capture what’s been conquered, travel path traversed before?
Ill used, ill meant, it does not matter. Friendships sought, you’ve nothing lost.
Kneel before you if you ask Them, still wet their prayers spill from their mouths.
Sorrel eyes yet still slip from Them; you defer, yet needs are met.
Is it pity, as you gander? Pomp and promise, careless wretch.
I, with longing, yearning, fading, take you in without a word.
Any price, you name it, pay it, for an amber glimmer glanced.
Roughened whispers, silken skimming, called my own, silver gained,
Though I need the bed you lie in, I would you never knew the name.