Ethrane

Words, tumbling immeasurably over each other.

Words, smothered silently.

Words, leaping forth subtly from those smothered ones.

When you speak to me you ask for me. You ask for those smothered words. And I shake in fear, shake till those words arise, crying to me, let me go! Let me go!

The traitors fade from glory, but their echoes taunt me into the night.