Icy cold eyes are burning into mine,
Glorying in their hate and their desire,
Red lips curved in a parody of love,
Happy that now I belong only to her.
--
Proud and regal beauty is now shadowed
Under a veil of honeyed wanton lust;
Promises of enspelled Turkish delight
Seem bitter compared to her painful need.
--
The guilt and shame felt on deserting her
Falls away as do tight bonds unknotted.
We circle as though in final embrace;
Dancing in mockery of the last waltz.
--
Her graceful move slips through my guard.
Broken wand sharper than Cupid's arrow
Does kiss me, piercing my body and soul;
More poignant than two young lovers' first touch.
--
Pale soft cheek flushes a delicate pink,
Wild eyes flare in a passion triumphant;
Breast no longer heaving, want now sated,
Betrayal healed by her old deep magic.
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Sounds of battle do grow quiet and dim,
Bright sun fades as she turns away from me,
Seeking another to greet with red blade;
The lush sward grows crimson with my heart's blood.