At Our Bleakest

Twas the bleakest, the coldest of days

Those of orifices running

Light had changed from grey to yellow

And we stood amidst, in most taking winds

I tilted my temple, took a tree above in sight

As did I the loins I held a thousand times before

But it was not the strongest grip they lay in this day

That with a manifold of fingers could not take control

"Twas here I sold you!", quoth the raspy voice

Under this very chestnut tree,

For I was put to the test and did not stand the wave

"Twas two that sold one another!", quoth I

And spoke so in a voice stripped to the bone

For my words too were put to practice

And stood neither temptation, nor screams, nor fists

And as we stood we saw a phalanx of stars above

In which there was no betrayal, as was it devoid in us

And we all had sworn alliance, had it not been for pain and fright

And the peace of mind, the overarching bow

The most severe betrayal, the most severe denial