The Furious Heart Poem by David Zvekic

The Furious Heart

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Forgotten virtues cry in weary shame;
Swells vast the sadness, passion, pain and strife:
Dark beacons blazing, race to hold bright flame,
And sear black sordid tales hard o'er my life.
These proudly burning eyes blink wide and stare -
Intentions highly proper from the start -
Beneath a veil of malice linger tears;
Despair and sorrow cascade through my heart.

But damned does fury hanker for release -
With grave and dire insistence on revenge -
That rage draws me to angrily appease,
And harken to these craven whims I have.
So long has languished love beneath this soul,
And bore it raw with nerve so hard abused
That love could barely burn half-bright as coal,
But hate, my heart so fettered can't refuse.

Would I then, though mortal, deign to be
So fair suited to a demoness like thee.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uriah Hamilton 16 June 2005

I dig the ending, David.

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