The Poison of Betrayal

She’d build his thoughts for him,
She’d walk to where he stood,
She’d cry his name in tears of ash,
She’d pledge to be his spill of blood.

But not of those who came:
She’d look only for him,
She’d look only to him,
She’d trust only in him;

And when her eyes had filled with tears,
None other then would come to sleep,
Or by her side to weep,
Knowing all that were her fears.

Yet as the days grew older
And her faith grew weak
As quickly as the passing meek,
They saw it all unfold, be told

And with the blood of him,
Seized she his heart,
And took it, darkened it,
Poisoned it with the vilest scorn,
Slowly…slowly…very slowly…
Until all he had was anger;
Until all was left merciless,
Cold, and boiling with rage;
Death had been taken.

Within, the poison now flows,
To consume, to destroy,
To make him his;
And on a faithless day,
On a fateful night,
Cast revenge on its creator.