The Sacrifice

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To the king he swore his sword,
And to his lover he vowed his heart.
Yet his spirit was promised to the lord,
Divided among the parts.

 

To keep one,

Is to break another.

Or so the wise men have told:

To reap one,

Is to sow the other.

And like that; his honor sold.

 

Stretched by the limbs,

His words please all who hear.

Fancying every whim,

Of those he holds dear.

 

But to what end,

Does this man care to please?

For a heart cannot mend,

If never left in peace.

 

So he ventures a dare,

One he holds with himself.

To be alone in despair,

Is how he’ll break this spell.

 

Silence becomes his king,

And loneliness; his lover.

Religion, no longer a thing,

To promise the greed of others.