heronwolf

The first time I saw you, I nearly missed But for the gauze twined around your wrist. Missed this fluttering of gauze and hair Even then, you looked the frightened hare. Across the room, filled with many others. Everyone busy, some of them my brothers. When your gaze met mine, I was caught. In that moment, came a terrible thought. Was I caught now, like a moth to a flame? I could not risk that, not this hawk become tame. Silly, dangerous, many had warned me thus, But there you were, causing quite the fuss. Did you know what was to happen, any inkling? Or were you caught by their lies, by all their twinkling. Your aunt told me you were flippant, silly and young. But then again, she knows the consequences of too lose a tongue. And now, here I lay, you in tears, shouts abound. Images flash by, as I lay here on the ground. What will happen to you now, I wonder? Will you be around when they start the plunder? Will they discard you like a sour date? Swallow you whole as they burn