Gradually

The cold, besieged in eggshell keeps,
untroubled by your sceptres, sleep,
while blows may rain upon its steeps
the mottled gates stay sealed,
but thrust into the blistering deeps
regretfully, we yield.

Despite the urge to misbehave,
we shall resist the deference they've;
"the pressure's always there to cave"
and yet our spirit's high,
surrender's mocking trust is brave
but humility have I.
(our kindness's abandon's grave,
for sincerity, you die!)

Tears forgive a shared conceit,
a secret claimed by memory's defeat,
in snow, the realist's path repeats
while romance flecks the ground,
in angles never starred again
dismissed, the light profound.