Madness II
By The Midnight Poet, Seregil

When I go out, they're watching me,
And when I stay in they wait,
I never doubt, their eyes can see,
Even when the hour grows late,

Nowhere to hide, from prying eyes,
I'm always watching my back,
Those at my side, they must be spies,
From the way they talk and act,

"Greetings brother, how's it going?
Have you seen Tommy or Joe?
At their mothers, their last showing,
Being with them last you'd know,"

Questions you pose, and your fake smile,
Don't fool me at all my friend,
The words you chose, show your true guile,
And your untrustworthy trend,

Away from me, and don't return,
I'd rather be left alone,
It needn't be, of your concern,
The reason I shift my tone,

Only my cat, I trust right now,
But with closer scrutiny,
Emotions flat, he looks somehow,
To plan his own mutiny!

Now I bury, him in the snow,
His death was but a result,
Of a very, pitiful show,
Of loyalty with insult,

Soon the neighbors, gather about,
I hear them whispering lies,
My voice wavers, with a loud shout,
Here's what happens to your spies!

Today I've won, three foes' blood spilled,
Their plots have been discovered,
But I'm not done, three agents killed,
Leaves more to be uncovered.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 352 AF.