For some
lonely
is a cloak

Muffling
the footsteps

Each step
whispered

At other times
a collar
tight
with spikes

As if it’s the firm
grip
of a needy
lover

Holding you
tense
and taut

Keeping
you close
& others
safely away

I wear
it
with pride

My
armor
earned

The sigil
of my house
my coat of arms
inscribed

I’m afraid
I’ll die alone