endings

I hoped that this would find an ear more welcome to the listening.
Yet deep between the eyes of the it landed lightly hissing.
My thoughts before the fire were nothing more than passing wind.
The speech I dare to cast to thee more tempting than a sin.
We press the items nearer still and see the outcome thus.
I hold the findings much to dear and welcome all the hush.
Still no one dares to utter here the words that all are thinking.
With this one vote i've yet to cast our ship is well past sinking.