Your charms quite disarm status quo,
For charms they are misleadingly,
Like down the rabbit hole here I go
To find your inner self bleeding me
Of all I’ve known in love and war;
Those towers built upon foundations false
Have stronger allegiance when down they tore
The other buildings not so coarse.
I see that what you lack is clear:
It’s difference but not self-sustained;
For what you dig deep is external fear,
That winter chill you act to tame,
Yet inside the gentleman of care,
I have unearthed a snarling duo,
A heart and mind that have no care,
A wonderland of status foe.
Indeed, you’ve tried to make remark
That it is I who’s out of mind,
As if I’ve never known the dark
To grow out of those men unkind.
Instead, the meek and modest fair,
With roses and a sweetened breath
Will learn with thorns, ashes to bear
Of her own palace robbed of breadth,
And those foundations well discarded,
By flame-tongue, worst than writhing snake,
Will deeper dig into men ill-hearted
To rid the world of not only this rake.