They both live within each other's comforts;
they both stand beside each other's resorts;
they both swear by the book of divinity;
they make a vow of which delves into serenity;
they both attest to all midnight glares;
while they engage in no lengthy despairs;
and so their path is scorched by the path of fire,
now the consequences are dear as they prance on this pyre;
do away with the screams as the cheating leers,
do away with the cries as the day of midnight fears;
watch as their marriage is broken by the sheath,
watch as the vixen prances like an autumn leaf;
witness the wrath of a dynasty affair,
witness the aura of a true lover's despair;
for now these hearts are slowly breaking,
and his last breath he is slowly taking.
This is the fallacy of a doomed fate,
of a true lover's amour so untimely late.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
