You had the numbers.
The reverse trends begins-
with uneasy and dark ambush.

A fatal miscue. You
will get the message.
The fingerprints will stay on the wall.

Enduring the onslaughts.
Remaining sky-clad I
will wander in your arms.

Fighting with the curves,
on sleepy islands, will
you hail my outstanding landing?

The revelation has a price.
You will not open the envelope
till I am dead.