The Hurricane Of Betrayal Poem by April Humason

The wind of lust crossed sacred ground,
A restless crown, a faithless sound.
A loyal heart stood far away,
While hidden eyes began to stray.

One stolen glance, one whispered breath,
A silent seed that carried death.
Not shouted loud, but softly sown,
A sin that grew while left alone.

A faithful warrior bled through trust,
While royal hands were turned to dust.
A letter sealed, a plan concealed,
A broken vow, a fate unhealed.

The storm rose high inside the throne,
But none could hear the king's groan.
No sword was raised inside the room,
Yet truth was buried in the gloom.

The hurricane lived in the chest,
A pounding heart without its rest.
The skies grew dark, the thunder stayed,
A soul unraveling, afraid.

Then Heaven spoke through quiet fire,
A prophet's voice, a holy wire.
"You are the man, " the silence cried,
As fallen pride was stripped aside.

And in that storm of ash and rain,
Repentance broke the kingly chain.
Not excused, but laid bare and torn,
A crown of dust, a soul reborn.