Poison

You hid from view a poisoned chalice,

To strike me down for fear I’d speak,

Tell of the injustices and strange practices you preach,

I was a fool to think you’d honour my truth!

Fear not, I’ll toast you, enjoy your victory.

You are not my end, just my catalyst,

Hold me close to the light, for I am your antidote – you will do well to listen.