as lances

both our pride

true to our nature
clamping down every impulse before giddy met rash
who was it again when havoc and mayhem rained upon home
the scowls of disapproval from below making red bloom
tragic though
speared by first, belief
stabbed second, treachery
or was it blind deceit wrapped in ire
whichever cast struck like our nature
i’ll never forget our time
your purity
my relief
our stance
as lances