Undertaking

Saunter
your upright profile
slightly hunched shoulders
your suit.
You walk through the mist-
You saunter.
Not fast
not slow
just perfect.
Just your back
seen by my two eyes.
I know your face
encompasses all that I fear
without seeing it
I can see it clearly.
You stare down
those I love
The eyes
penetrating to the deepest parts.
They beckon.
They hold promise.

Yet

Victory!
is not yours.
Sting!
is not yours either.
Your tyrannical reign
is no longer wanted.