Silver Tongue

O brother mine, with vows so fair,

thou speakest with honeyed grace,

yet hours pass, and shadows stretch,

and still thou dost not show thy face.

Thy pledges, like the morning mist,

do vanish with the day,

and I, with hope still clinging close,

am cast once more away.

"Anon!" thou speaketh, bold and sure,

“Fear not, for I am near!"

but naught arrives save silence, cold,

and echoes none can hear.

Dost thou not see the pain thou cause’st,

each time thy word doth fail?

each jest delayed, each absent hand,

a thorn beneath the veil.

No lover's grief dost thou betray,

nor suitor's fickle art,

but blood betrayed by blood itself—

a chasm within the heart.

Yet still I wait, with aching trust,

though wiser I should be,

for cousin born from foreign womb

shall eternal be bound to me.

When thine lips profess false truths,

blind faith I have for thee,

trust in silver tongue—alas,

a fool thou mad’st of me.

So wear thy mask, and sing thy songs,

let sweet lies stain thy tongue—

yet know, within my silent gaze,

a reckoning hath begun.

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Silver Tongue is about broken promises and enduring bonds. It speaks to those who have waited in vain for someone they trusted, only to realize that even love must reconcile with truth. The poem is a cry from one sibling to another, written in a timeless Shakespearian tone.