I tripped and fell into his penetrating gaze
A stretching tundra; an endless maze
Reflected were pools of hate and fear
A screaming woman I could not hear
His eyes then illuminated by a raging fire
Fuelled by hate and fanned by desire
A want for a woman torn by words
Her hair of flowers and voice of birds
Where once stood hell, now smouldering coal
Dampened by his weeping soul
Casting shadows on her light
For even rain will darken white
Help, I cried in muted wails
His actions then caused me to pale
In his hands, a sharpened blade
My lips turned marble, my tongue to clay
He held her like a lover lost
Cutting ends but at what cost?
A death? A life! But
not a spirit
He turned it to me, and I did not fear it
Not this time.
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