Death Take Thy Dagger** Death - take thy dagger from my bloodless heart** love has spent its flow upon the fallow poured pure passion upon its stony need impaled itself upon a shaft of lies. Be merciful, oh darkness, comfort me with whispers as the silent beats subside, console my limbs with touching’s memory wet, once again, my sad, embittered lips. Dark friend erase the light of deep’ning pall release my vacant heart from torture’s grip quiet the urge of one last hopeful beat lay me, vanquished, at love’s bloodstained altar, freed from oblivion’s timeless torment the agony of eternity’s dreams. Sweet angel draped in black of devil’s robe Death - take thy dagger from my bloodless heart.** 10/12/2016 ** With acknowledgment and thanks to Broken Wings for the inspiration for this poem with her contest title “Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please” Blank Verse/Iambic Pentameter/no rhyme scheme