The sound of silver breaking the void,
steel wields choice though aimless forks—
relentless sway dare traipse upon unknown paths.
Somewhere in the drapery of noise lies
a sentiment of fear clothed in a gentle berceuse.
dark rivulet entices hesitant pulse swift like a weakening wind...
Yet in its glance back the knowing fork leans,
restless tines bare their markers unchosen...