The shadows creep across you
trailing tendrils of torment
the snarling teeth of the jackals
who won't sit down beside you
and fall under our incantations of carnality.

Come out from the shallows of your signalled virtue
remember the facade, forget what's true.
You have no more power than we do.
But still, the guise stands you tall enough for us to fall on our knees,
gratified by your willingness to pull us from the disparity,
of a constructed paradigm
you pray never shifts.