Some things of mine!

Some secrets are meant to be secrets,

If only they could be just that...

Hidden in some strange crest,

That does not at all resemble ones chest

Not meant to be spoken,

Not meant to be disturbed,

Regardless of peoples knowledge of thy secret in rest!

It is not its destiny to be exposed to daylight,

It shall forever roam the darkness and shadows

Ruling over strange meadows

It may never be divulged, it is not without shame,

Which although natural, is not to me the same!

I cannot permit myself to say,

It is difficult to speak

And in the strained silence of night

I wait the time to slay thy urge,

To make it gone, to conquer and defeat!