And I say, your love is treason!
You have claimed to love me with no reason!
For who is this vixen that I glimpse?
Who is the vixen that at morning away she limps?
Because while I lull away in my lullaby of tears,
you have confirmed my worsest of fears!
So tell me why you have broken my heart,
tell me why you have torn my world apart!
Because now I will revenge,
I will revenge for all that I can scavenge!
As I am tired of your foul words,
tired of how you gyrate these herds!
Now you shall glimpse the wrath of a female!
Now you shall glimpse the wrath of this nightmarish tale!
Now you shall succumb to my thrill!
Now you shall succumb to the ferocity of a woman's will!
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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...
