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.
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my rage pivots energy turning me into a cold-blooded corps Storming a bloodthirsty demon ready to score.. well executed poem. thank u dear poet. tony
And waves of tears pour from my soul As my life crashes into a jealous war..storming a bloodthirsty demon....... you have expressed your pain in such a situation in wonderful words......... thank u dear poet. tony
YIKES! ! ! Beware a woman scorned! yes, someone else** said something like that before i did. ** according to Wiktionary: " First written as " Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd." in the 1697 play The Mourning Bride (Act III Scene 2) by William Congreve." i like the alliteration here, but " corpse" doesn't work for me: " cold-blooded corpse" bri :) to MyPoemList