II. Vignette

When you found me,

I felt joy, then overwhelming fear.

Blades retreated beneath mountain sheets, slumbered under cover 

In the name of preservation; drinking poisoned waters lone.

Objectives placed in fear, when

Heart-blind acceptance whole

Makes hate an acrid notion.

 

So I cast off. 

The self restored, rekindled; the drum is beaten. 

Fly forth into the unknown, where

I slake my vile thirsts.

I have no chain, no shackle, I fear;

but no power 

exists but one: 

It comes. 

I seek through the night, hunting,

Feeling, blindly down dark streets

Toxic suspicions draw arrows, and volleys glare 

Mark! 

Steadfast enmity, against, perhaps, true love.

I despoil it. 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.