Every thought has its cost, a price
The verdigris of sacrifice
A shadow deepens every voice
Adaptive color reflects a choice
Sudden sadness comes so slow
Hearts abducted then let go
Suffrage learnt as money spent
Birthday, Easter, Whitsun, Lent:
Not to prosper
Not to bloom
Died too early
Dead too soon 


What the scars on my face bear
say nothing to the sight of these eyes