A Little Vow Left Dead

INK AND QUILL

I made a promise,
A little vow,
Whispered on the wind,
Pledged –
Guarded,
A curse to my weeping heart,

What will take to hold you dear?
To feel the stir of your emotions,
To taste the passion of your lips?
What can I do to move you to tears?
To assure you, my eyes are rendered yours,
Sheltered by the shift of your indifference,
A shield maiden I’ve become,

Moved beyond recognition,
On meadows lost to night –
Stars behind the clouded skies,
In grapping wound, the bite of your wo...