Tonight

 

Tonight I perpetuate a  solemnness

For I am as still and virtuous

As a noun in a proposition

I measure my wine

Defending its dark

And deeper allure

While I weave a mirror

Like angels upon a glass tapestry

Galled and gilled

Mouth ope and humbled

I lean and list

Like frames upon a cool wall

I cannot defend my honour

For my tormenter

Is the soul in the mirror