Pawns

You, looking at me
With eyes
Filled with pity and spite, 
I, too,
Wear those eyes.

To become a martyr,
For them,
More noble, mind you, than my
Idea,
For and end to miseries.

Such as a wolf, in the pale
Moon light,
Alone, we are together,
Just two
Pawns mistaken for life.

One thing remains to be said
For me,
To choose crucifixion
Like you,
And give to endless sight?