Secret energies jangle as you sidle up beside,

your arms bearing gifts

of the wooden horse.

The scent of the hidden wafts in the air,

an acrid,

false

perfume.

Silent gratitude is sent above

for eyes that have learned to see.

The cloak of protection surrounds,

the gates have now been drawn.

Your veil has slipped

your blind spots show

you underestimate again,

I see.

Your agenda reeks

smug plotter you be.

Shadowy movements in the dark;

within, the chasm yawns.

I recognized you when we met, you know.

I’ve been waiting all these years

hoping those warning dreams…were just that.

Dreams.

But you have made your choices

and now

I

sever the line.