My Lover'd Wish Me Dead

And in silence we embrace, 

but in his passion's stead

a creaking falseness takes its place

My lover'd wish me dead!

He holds up in candlelight

A gleaming blade of steel

And he would wield it in this night

With no grief for him to feel

My lover laughs and smiles

But kindness his eyes do lack

I feel it would be no great trial 

To sheath it in my back!

Over my shoulder, he declares

His undying true love!

His words betray he does not care

For he winks at the devil above

I do imagine he doth look

With loathing at his dear

And forsakes all the vows he took

Without a single tear

I think if he saw his reflection true

His eyes would burn like coals

And the devil behind to collect his due 

Clutching his fickle soul

While I don't know this to be true

I fear his soul is black

And I see my reflection too

At my knife behind his back!

Reviews

[Taylor]

Enjoyed this dark poem -- War of the Roses theme. The break in the rhyming pattern in the 4th stanza and the last caught my ear, but otherwise very tight, visual and powerful.