A Tied Shorn

Prose from a contest - can only use ten letters of alphabet so thought I'd use for writing exercise

 

I die as he retreats,

Hidin’ the heat,

He has on the outside.

 

I stare at his sane,

Sad drones he reins.

 

Those he trained,

To hate,

And shatter roses.

 

The rose I had is,

D-E-A-D.

 

Rested in sonnets and,

Other inane trades,

In the readin’ arts.

 

So I sit in a dread state,

Not near him anymore.

I reside,

I die,

I stir on…

Reviews

[Jofer Serapio]

Only ten letters?
That's pretty hard to pull off.
Nonetheless, you did a good if not a great job with it.
The imagery is just as sufficient as the whole structure.
Props for the amazing job!