Mania In A Monograph

Intent And An Arrow

In his eyes was the black of oceans at night
And deep they were with hate
As his sword rose
My hopes fell
And I remembered the shine his iris held
When it was all love
And admiration they held for me
Before I broke him

I repaid his love with pain
And so, I will not fight it
I will surrender to death
I deserve it
However cruel it may come
When I betrayed him, my friend
My fist was the arrow
And my jealous intent the bow