Aegis

What you said to
My dull eyes,

The air has held such
Tantamount lies,

Ingression precedes
The finality,

Moirae ardour,
A chagrined bride,

Malaise I’ve felt,
Such zeal and ache,

I balk when I
Should lend to wake,

Whims I’ve met,
And you’ve known woe,

Will I forget?
I misgive qualms,

I should instead be
Strong, and hold,


If you find need
To acquit me,

I promise love,
And augury,

Unerring truth,
A candour crux,

Unto you,
The endless glove,

Unto you,

My winsome dove.