I know thee, the known
The knower and the thought.
You are all my own
And the narrative, sought.
The knower and the thought
Become one, overthrown
Like a fortress, wrought
Of sacred flesh and bone.
You are all my own
My self, my mind, a knot.
This dark undertone,
The fields where wars were fought.
And the narrative sought
To become the throne
And left me to rot
In my head all alone.
postscript
DFC day eleven. Today's is a quadrilew: alternating, rhyming couplets, with five or six syllables per line, which also alternates per line and per stanza. Four stanzas total, with the lines of the first stanza repeated in the subsequent stanzas. kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/…