His heavy heart seemed forged by fiery rain
Polished bright in spirit with sharpened blades
When came the darkness, she stole his name
Broke through the steel and dulled the blades
To thee 'Heavy Heart' still made of steel
A 'Love' is war without raised shield
Unattended walls become weak and frail
And yet, Thee love she who built thy jail
Twisted might, Who bares thy name
Filched thy love with none a promise made
She smiles sassy as she walks away
Nary a tear, so bold, owns no shame
A wounded beast must rise with summoned rage
Ensure the hunger of a rusty blade
Thrust forth with force and call her name
At last, long last; Now marks her grave
(10/08/2019)
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