Slain

Feed me long for famine's sake
Leave me resting in your wake
Savour each bellow to dawn's sweet break
Fallacies formed shall shift and shake

Grate my skin to dust and dime
Release your reason flawed by time
Bless my brow to relish me prime
Sling your song as premonitions climb

Lost in lofty, hallowed airs
Doting, doubtful, settling stares
Created conscience swoons and glares
Matters made chaste of common wares

Fallowed fortress stirred to fall
Through waning want of reclusive walls
Regally rapt, swift temperance crawls
This timorous season surely enthralls