Treachery Poem by Chris Embrick

Awakened, startled by the dream
trembling from unending fear
the play acclaimed, its final scene

Still on the stage; the roar, applause
the crimson stain across my chest
the plot complete, the ending flawed

Behind me lay, my love, no breath
and in my hands the bloody knife
the prop replaced, that caused her death

The malice of her lover spurned
he smiled as he walked off the stage
his treachery too late I learned

My mind now trapped in prison walls
Each night he takes my curtain call.