The Betrayal
THE BETRAYAL
Absconded from the scene, but dying fast,
to seek a vengeance in a candle flame,
I whisper names as prayers, a spell is cast,
and goes about its deed--this is no game.
The power none believe is really there;
(or speak of, tongue in cheek, at very best)
too soon is born and takes me everywhere,
to ride the devil's beast upon my quest,
and have no mercy, it will drive you mad,
as you have done to me within my past,
and just as soon, you'll lose the mind you've had,
to whimper in the dark. The spell is cast.
Breathe slowly now, and know this is your end,
where once was written, you were safe and sane;
that on the day when you betrayed this friend--
--your life has come to be eternal pain.
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
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