Devour or Despair
a broken blade lies buried in my heart
twisted, torn and raw
tearing my love from me apart
so being not leastwise smart
I unveil my ugly flaw
and seek demonic revenge
with sharpened claw and reeking maw
my angel I avenge
while on my enemies’ bones I gnaw
* * *
It’s hard not to lash out when hurt or angry. Most times I keep myself in check. I’ve caused bloody jagged rips in the hearts of others in the past, but the pain to my own psyche seems to suggest that the deeds were not the balm I needed. Still, I wonder if the calm is a worthy goal.
* * *
Moaning Maid
a woman lamented alone
her king’s heart made of stone
he left her to cry
and eventually die
so she haunted him from his throne
* * *
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
by Robert Frost