The Vigour

A pebble, a bone, a sigh and such

Can all become unnerving when one is succumb

To the vigour of fear

Reckless as, it feeds on the young

Fear, fear in myself evoking thought

Why all just seems so unfathomable

A sword in my breast, twice kissed in protest

Why all just seemed so unfathomable

Yet totally real

Fear, fear in myself

Fear, fear in myself evoking thought

Why all just seems so unfathomable