The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
When We Two Parted, George Gordon Byron
The dampness pervades
Puckering my skin
Against the cold light of day
Dawn chorus seems muted
Perhaps tis apathy or dread
But the birds shake their wings
Fluff out their chests vainly
Seeking harmony and joy
In a dawning that brings
The dew of the morning
My mood is not lifted
By birdsong nor Sun’s rays
This cold has invaded
To my very bones
Drawing me inward
While outward shivers
Run randomly over my skin
As the dewdrop hovers on the leaf
To fall and run – an icy finger
Sunk chill on my brow
It fell like a brazen clang
A horrid clamouring call
The harbinger of what’s to come
That dewdrop brought doom
And foreboding in me grew
As in my very bones I knew
This is my presence’s reason
That caution and care I took
For this now, this moment
It felt like the warning!
All cat-wary and still as stone
This feeling of dread
and ruin have grown
Until my ears hear nothing
But the battle-thrum
raging raggedly in my chest
Still I wait in shadows hidden
To view this passion play
Love turns to ash, a parody
Of what I feel now.
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