The Unconquerer

You left glitter in my shadow This treason was over apples, initially. Don't give me that doleful look. Stars are born with your every breathe. Your sadness mocks the lilies. No, I am not a conqueror. I borrowed this armor. It was a typical moonlit passage. Hopping kingdoms for bronze weasels (you know the drill). My sense of time is backwards. My heart does not beat (it turns). Rotating in the grass I send you coded messages.