Mistaken for love
Her tears flow,
Down they roll,
Never to stop,
The man she loves,
Has betrayed and burned,
Everything that she called love,
Lost in thoughts,
She walks away from the shack,
He has mistaken,
For her love is stronger than hate,
Yet when she seeks revenge,
Her hate is stronger,
For she has lost her love,
She has sworn an oath to kill him,
His greeds was mistaken for love,
Greed for money,
Greed for comfort,
Greed for everything but good,
She walks in carrying a sharp twisted blade,
Her fine silk gown ripples,
Her fair hair blows,
Her skin is pale,
Her eyes are open,
She is in a trance of her own,
The blade stabs,
Her face is dirty,
She licks the blood spread on his chest,
Then walks to edge of the cliff,
on which the shack stands...
Her body is found the next day,
With a smile on her face,
As she has killed him,
fulfilled her oath
and she knows it.
poem by Mystic Fearie
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