Octavia

Before you came for me, who carried your light, bobbing across the sea, they say it isn't you, in whispered prayers at night, but do they know the truth, somewhere at my feet, I’ve lost all the signs, am supposed to believe, even with your news, a power beyond my sight, I beg the sky for virtue, love is a bitter feed, it always asks me why, if someone need to bleed, wolves howl at the moon, words fall ill at ease, some mask an open tomb, save me Lord I plead.