“Unchain me! Set me free!”
Are you talking to me?

“Pleas and cries, you ignore.”
Sounds that I do abhor.

“Kindness please, end my pain?”
“I won’t. Don’t ask again.”

“I suffer so! Mercy!”
None for you, no reprieve.

“I am used and broken.”
You are her last token.

“Free me, find another.”
None compare. Why bother?

“Pride is a deadly sin.”
Heaven will not let me in?

“I still beat, you can mend!”
She made you. I won’t bend.

“Part with this gift that rots!”
Her scent still fills my thoughts.

“Then stop our necrosis.”
Think! Her gift is wondrous!

“We are alive and dead?”
Yes. We are in her debt.

“Not so. We have gone mad.”
Who died for Galahad?

“I curse your poet’s heart!”
You gave yourself to her.

“Alas, I would again.”