Northern stack

God! my heart pounds making my bowed ,shamed head pulse without control ,sat in the lounge
as my truth is served with the silver service and  the carving blade.

The one's I have loved so long, there faces changed, unrecognizable behind the buffed shield's of righteousness,
and my reflection I so gaze upon, so pitiful a sight as a man can behold.

My hidden truth sprung,dissected for the pleasure of no one but the gossip monger,my reputation scattered like ashes from the cold grate.As I watch the embers of my soul drift among the northern stacks I find no solace, only devastating consequences for all around, for he or she who touches the cor the pip of this love will take nothing but sorrow for it is all I have left.

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