Said and Done

Ground up inside that tumbler my own heart,
Make sure it's done good and proper to, hear?
For if in the morning you should then start
You'll know it's done, and have nothing to fear.
But do not think that I shall be gone from
You when all of this is said and done, gone!
You may have won, a fighting conundrum
Did ensue that made me wish I had run
Years ago, and never looked back. But now
The light from under the door looks so bent,
A mere glint of silver from waning moon
Light, no hint or sliver of florescent
Radiance underneath. O poor old cow,
He will not be jumping anytime soon. 

                    Said and Done, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012