~V~

I lock away the Yielding Key,

Thou cannot fathom what it did.

And those of mortal flesh and blood,

Beware of it - that poison sharp.

 

I was yielding, now am not,

I was once a blessèd man,

But she failed me: my true love;

Now watch me as I start to rot.

The End

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