Acceptance Speech
Confess to me
A bleeding tongue dripping gold
Cut me
Warm skin but the steel is cold
Bind me
Only ancient arts mend wounds so old
Blind me
A last glimpse at cards you refuse to fold
Drown me
Made fast to’er mast as she’s pitched & rolled
Scorch me
Touch off powder from th’flintlock you hold
Envelop me
Who can deny what our stars foretold?
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