I sense you standing near
Your shoulders haunched in supplication.
Your hands do shield your eyes
They do belie your lies.
I look behind in trepidation
I cannot see your face
No trace, no grace
No consolation, motivation.
You do not want to know it seems
And to partake in fragile dreams.
I'm not as strong as you believe
I wear my heart upon my sleeve.
So where are you my demon King
Who tries to clip this spirit's wings?