Betrayal lives, a lurking ghost,
A shadow on the blade we boast.
In the dark of night, it finds its place,
Whispers cold, with ruthless grace.
But hear me now, and hear me well,
Of all the sins that thrive in hell,
One stands cursed, beyond repair-
To turn on blood, to break what's rare.
For loyalty is not a choice,
It's born in blood, in every voice.
The world may force your hand to lie,
But never let your kinfolk die.
Let strangers fall beneath your sword,
Let outside hearts be struck, ignored.
But never strike the ones you share
The weight of grief, the weight of care.
In war or peace, in feast or strife,
Your brother's blood is tied to life.
Betray the world, betray the crown,
But turn on him? You both go down.
For brothers are the only shield
That never bends, that never yields.
To break that bond is to forsake
The soul itself, the heart to break.
So plot, deceive, the world is cold-
But family? That's blood and gold.
And should you think to twist the knife,
You sever more than just a life.
For once you've crossed that sacred line,
You bury love, you bury time.
Let others fall, let others fade,
But never, never bring the blade.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
