He Speaks

Through misted worlds and times long gone
The cherished songs that echo on
The touch of flesh long since forgotten
Desire's corpse is slowly rotting -
He speaks

A deafening silence, reverberating
A moment of clarity, generating
The satin touch of lips on fingers
Cold to touch, the pain still lingers -
He speaks

If futility falls to its shallow grave
And she swears that she will now behave
Will his heart move now to his own beat
Will he whisk her away on dancing feet -
He speaks

His lips brush hers, she breathes him in
The stench of hatred rushes in
She feels his pain and knows his wrath
And as she flees along the path -
He speaks

"Be gone, thou harlot, thou filthy w***e
Be gone and come here never more!
For you have no claim on my heart or soul
To kill you now, my only goal!" -
He roars

As fast as wind she races on
To find the sanctity of home
She falls inside, her tears a torrent
To know that he now feels abhorent -
She sobs

His fists they pound outside her door
She scurries away across the floor
To hide away from his raging eye
So, at his hand, she will not die -
She whimpers

With one swift kick the door is broken
He looks around to find a token
Weapon that he can wield above
His head to kill his fickle love -
He sneers

She sees the pain set in his eyes
And knows tis she he does despise.
The fear of him, not strong enough
To stay secreted, to call his bluff -
She emerges

"My love, please take me from this place
I deserve the ground, not silk or lace!
I did you wrong and should now atone
For the sadness you feel should be none." -
She kneels

With knife held high, he fumes and spits
This thing before him did steal his wits
Her gentle sobbing stops him short
And the truth does come in simple thought -
He kneels

Taking her hand he looks straight at her
With tear stained face and clothes mud spattered
He opens her palm and lays the blade
Her breathing stills, she is so afraid -
He withdraws

The mercy shown makes her soul cry with pain
And the night air carries away his name
She closes her eyes and plunges the knife
Into her soft breast, she gives him her life -
She whispers

With dying breath through blood soaked hands
"Dear God, please help this righteous man
To find the love his heart once lost
And to know I adored him, whatever the cost" -
She passes

 

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