And I Like It Not Poem by E. Pendragon

There is a foulness blowing in the air,
and I like it not,
Cold secrets flutter to burn hot,
and your words are in the air,

There is a stony change in the sound,
and I like it not,
its life has gone, begun to rot,
and your voice is this sound,

There is a deafness to the reaching silence,
And I like it not,
it bodes ill like a poisoned pot,
And your deaf to this silence,

There is a blindness to a rosy sight,
And I like it not,
eyes see only the blind spot,
your rosy tint gone with failing sight,

There is blazing pain in a weak heart,
and I like it not,
the trigger pulled and now shot,
and your're the pain in this dear heart.

And I like this not.