Boundless Prejudice

ailing and exhausted I cloak myself beneath the glittering orbs my yearning securely clasped one more wound in my core vanished is all despair.. chortle or mourn foreboding only a murmur in the wind once wistful I scampered baying torment piercing my soul I thought you mystical and willingly followed until treachery discarded my affection I pray not for revenge the infatuation was my own I shall delight in detesting you