Silent fight

I don't like when you call me names, but please do... afterall what else are you going to do with that trifle vocabulary, you so love to haunt. I forgave you long before you gleamed, I seen it in the way you plotted your eyes and crossed your knees. Who knew alphabet soup could be so revealing?

Why would I care, I've taught lots of enemies, remind them to stay high on your trek through broken pedestals. You see, anger comes and danger grows, and this too shall last. I'll cherish the times we never had, and count the minutes til any memory of you returns. I forgot who you were long before we met, because I feared this moment.

You were my hero, in your flowing escape, reaping small guildings and  piastre when slitting gullets. Where shall you hide in that mask you found, with your lone stranger?  I know that somewhere over this strange glow, two-thirds cry; but why should I? So, I'll save this last glance for clues, as these glowing ambers sting my retreat.

...and say goodbye to bellowed shrieked odes...JM