Passion's Death
I stared deeply into his eyes
As he stared hungrily into mine
I felt his finger stroke my cheek
Waiting for his passion to peek
His lips maneuvered over my face
His kisses at an untimely pace
I forced his lips to mine
And kissed him so passionately fine
I sensed a figure behind him
I opened my eyes, and in the dim
I saw a stern, yet handsome man
The one who had asked for my hand
My love sensed my nervous ness
So he turned and saw a man who's pissed
"Hello, older brother," said my betrothed
"Hello, little brother," said my beloved
The younger stared at me with such despair
Something I knew I could not repair.
"Is this your choice?" he asked of me
"To live life with him and not with me?"
I felt the elder back away
Knowing my decision was at bay
I looked back and forth between older and younger
They stared at me as my decision was pondered
"Yes," I decided, whispering so quiet
"I choose him." The elder's eyes and mine met
I felt the younger's anger and sadness
Rise into a rampaging madness
"Pity," said the younger
I looked at him and saw a deathly hunger
In the blink of an eye, to my despair
The elder was on the ground, gasping for air
I flew to him, and saw the stake
It pierced his heart, his life it takes
Tears streamed down like waterfalls
The rippling pain would not stop at all
"If I cannot have you," I heard the younger utter,
"Then my brother shall not have you." I mutter,
"You may have had a smaller part,
Of my bleeding selfish heart.
Now you own none of me.
And you never will, now let me be."
I sobbed the sorrow of my pain.
Knowing I'll never feel the elder's touch again.
