At Your Feet

At your feet
I lay
Anguished
Embattled.
Rogues, we are.

Mercy,
Spare me not.
I,
The not
Of the fooled lot;
The many.

Spoils, thus, rot
In vanquish.
I weep
Internal symphonies
Until
My liquid lullabys
Cease
And hush.

You,
Only you
Can soothe.

My beloved,
Yet, soothes
This terror.
The collective
Forlorn
Yet, unaware
Of their treasure.

At your feet,
I lay.
Crystal tears
In eyes
That have seen
Too deeply.

Abysmal waves
I seep
Such
Sorrow.

At your feet,
I lay.

At you feet,
I pray.

I am.