Treacherous love

TREACHEROUS LOVE Alas! So sorely this endeavour hast tried mine heart, Carrying this loathsome burden, forever on. T’will be the death of me, tis so sure, All too swiftly, this time has flow. Abiding within this hearts deepest realm, Dark, treacherous secrets have been kept, Examined there, from time to time, Aye! Each time, this heart has wept. Nor greater sin, than that which I have done, Evil torments eternally engulf this life, This heart as once, cold marble stone, Jeering at he, who would have me, his wife. Thus betraying the one who loved me, Such that he didst end his own life, Cruel, foul, vicious creature that I be, This hand, so verily, wielded that knife. Scorned him so with such scathing words, Drove him beseeching, to his knees. Belittling him, with haughty, evil ease. Berating the weakness of a man, in tears. Such demeaning, violent death he suffered, Mine vanity, coldness, callousness, came undone, Denounced by all company about me, and family, Left alone with guilt, life’s race to run. Mocked and scorned by those I truly, so well loved, Renounced as evil demon whom didst slay her love. Relentlessly awakened in mine sleep at night, By ghosts of those who suffered such a plight. Each morn, greeted by unfriendly, mocking sky, None care to hear this repentant soul cry. No more is rest, nor peace, to live within, Happiness departed this soul, when I didst kill him. No pity, nor compassion wilt there be, on this earth. Pointing fingers scorn, in derisive, gloating mirth. Such torture is my lot, unto my very last breath, Nor will there be redemption for my soul, in death. Upon the hearth of Hades, eternally shall I dwell, Within mine nefarious action, created mine own hell. Wouldst I could pray for salvation to the GOD above, Verily, sold this soul to Satan, when I killed mine one true love Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 05:24 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 1