d'Scent

Let loose your screams
and I will smother them, dear,
crow hard into my thirsty palm
and I will keep your secrets in my skin.
Strangers drawn to something they sense
but cannot name
Only dark creatures can follow this trail,
born in odd corners,
alleys in shadow,
perching in trees-
but We never look up.
They gather in clearings off
the unmarked path.
And I, of Hamlin,
dance through town with a detested parade.
I was trying to help you.
They follow, mesmerized,
when I sweat your secrets
when I sweat you,
the chords and top notes elude.
We are rare, and I will not share you
I could never tell you how I feel
because you would never listen.
The shadow-born die in the light
so I give them shelter in my dreams.
I gave you shelter in my dreams,
but you escaped me.