I woke up this morning,

I woke up in mourning,

Veiled in black from the spirits I’m hording,

I rose bright and early,

My body slept in,

A rose, thorn and bloody piercing with sin,

Prickled my body,

And crippled my soul,

Am I of my brilliant makers mold?

A fool if I lie, for I am not whole,

Prized is the eye of the highest bidder,

I peered in and begged him at once to come hither,

It wasn’t for auction, this thing that you hold,

Red tag that you grasp, I know it says sold, but

I’ll bid you my flesh, please permit me my soul…

I stared in the eyes of this beast of a troll,

He leaned in to whisper,

“I’m somewhat a drifter”

“You’ve seen in my eyes, all the wanderers in it”?

“Amidst them… five minutes, distinguish your spirit”