I am the brisk nudge
Enrobed in murderous night
Stirred to life
By a mournful wisp
Consigned to roving feet

I am the parting words
Exchanged by lost lovers
Floundering in distress
Where warmth cannot be salvaged

I am the siren of unease
Larking its deathly tune
The final cry to eternity
At the helm of certain apocalypse

Trying all my might
The shackles never concede
For they’ve rusted to my form
Far beyond
My young recollection