War is Fair in Love

A twist on the cliche... Villianelle style.

If all is fair in love and war,

then I shall take up ice to combat your fire.

I relied on you to support me. That’s all I asked for.

 

But in being a slave to you, our love was a chore.

In refusing to melt, you prepared the pyre.

Why did my cease-fire cause your flames to uproar?

 

My decision to form another strategic alliance, you did deplore.

Despite my loyalty to you, I was damned to hellfire.

My white knight strengthened my ice, serving as a trusted mentor.

 

Your words burned me alive, but I would not succumb in this war.

I realized the power inside of me as I was inspired.

I summoned legions of ice to even the score.

 

Body cut, heart torn, I survived this inflicted gore.

You underestimated your fragile little briar.

You don’t know who I am anymore;

 

I have become water, and the cycle will be restored.

My mind has transformed and to you I am no longer mired.

My former ally and I kindled a new amour.

Does the victor always have the better score?

Author's Note

Any feedback is appreciated...

Reviews

[Usman Muhammad]

Wonderful...I appreciate your writing and this piece touched my heart.
The way you have played with the words is awesome...
The flow of the poem is flawless and looks amazing.
I guess your vocab is strong.
Please keep writing.
Looking forward to read your other writings