Fledgling

There’s a new one, now,
and he calls to me.
His name beckoning me forward
Onward
Hayward.

Little does he know
the venom inside me.

I pull the minds and hearts of men through my young mouth
where they dance in heaven
and see things they never thought they would see.

My cursed tongue envelops them
and when my heart shatters theirs whole
I cry, so they don't have to.