What secrets ever live, that are not kept By men who force our will to hold their peace, And women’s fault in ignorance I wept: A maiden’s virtuous words heard least.
Virtue? A child in my fathers house, I’d none and no escape. I had to wait. No longer am I a blushing maiden-mouse. You dare protect me now? Thou’rt far too late.
I live in fear. A fear of silver eyes That swore obedience into every grave, Demanding all our silence for your lies. I am not yours to quiet nor to save.
What’s to lose? Our suffering was no mischance. Our fathers are all dead. Cousin, lets dance.
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Date: 2018-04-28 09:29 pm (UTC)By men who force our will to hold their peace,
And women’s fault in ignorance I wept:
A maiden’s virtuous words heard least.
Virtue? A child in my fathers house,
I’d none and no escape. I had to wait.
No longer am I a blushing maiden-mouse.
You dare protect me now? Thou’rt far too late.
I live in fear. A fear of silver eyes
That swore obedience into every grave,
Demanding all our silence for your lies.
I am not yours to quiet nor to save.
What’s to lose? Our suffering was no mischance.
Our fathers are all dead. Cousin, lets dance.