Stormed

 They were knights of a brutal silence.
Hanging at my door and my bed just beyond it
  a gaze to the left and right that turned
 to glance suddenly that landed on the stares

In pieces lay there
Armor
On the stares were lashes wet and
called casualties
And on the bed huddled amidst
Spreads of iron --- a sheeted metal
And I under it
A shutter in the dark that clanged wildly

The knight had taken my tongue
 would draw a sword and shelve it
Would separate me peace by peace
And leave me where I lie