A sudden pain, the dagger thrust
a blow from behind, to kill all trust
So deep the wound, as to not recover
was this the intent of my faithless lover?
Did he beguile me with the sweetest words
just to crush my spirit with the blackest of birds?
Did he promise me all of heaven’s delights
so he could kill my soul and perform last rites?
How could it be that something so pure
was in reality nothing more than a shiny lure,
To make me feel safe to give up my trusting heart
and then he’d be free to practice his dark art,
As sure and powerful as a sorcerer’s spell
his words spun a tale to make me dwell,
Within the golden glow of his kindness true
and so, my righteous weariness I did subdue
Now I am but an empty chalice
torn and broken by a master of malice,
How can I now refill my tortured soul?
when there are only parts and not a whole.
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