musings of a maiden in melancholy

iii. red-handed romeo

𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔞
to me who let herself be fooled,
to you who led me on,
to us and our faults

He came like the wind, so quiet and cold,
Never have I met anyone so bold,
With a kiss on my knuckles, he swooned me,
He made me fall in this dark reverie;

A innocent smile adorned his visage,
Hiding true intentions--truly savage,
Though bloodlust is evident in his eyes,
He seemed like a child, but one spouting lies;

A dance of death was what we were doing,
It's obvious to see which one is dying,
I've a quill in hand, while he a dagger,
It plunged my chest, the force made me stagger;

He left like a thief, so quiet yet bold,
He left me lying there, bloody and cold.

Red-handed Romeo | Inkyspecs | 2018