The asking was askance.



And the tell all told.



So then, in tandem,







Anathema, and anthem.



The truth was on hold,



Seeking too tasking.







And the wool was pulled



Over as cover.



No eyes were kept peeled.







My iris I missed



The truth, now mistrust



All things seen, and this







Distrust, the sounded distress signal



Called and called and culled from your damsel.





