Caligraphy Of Companions
The companion has unearthed a new dilemma There are some who'll keep silent in hopes you're lost
They've initialed a petition
of which declares that you are guilty of sedition
Fixate upon those playing the act
Minutes have slipped since they were your keepers
Glance at those donning new hats
Single characters are stamped as you sleep
This one here has a secret of mine own
A pair of initials on that cachet were gold Remember the ring, the gift from you
A signet incision is what I'm to make with the scrape inside you
The torus that was given,
that was purchased with a purpose
The warm wax that it spills
is oh so abominably golden
My letters, if you'll look, you'll see
They are the first on the list of initials that declares you are guilty