Another poem.

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Pattern:

A, B, A, C, C, A

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Loyal Betrayal ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Weak flesh is bruised.

Come forth from wounds,

Lifeblood does ooze.

Hands alight,

A one-way fight,

That perhaps they both will loose.

Another strike, another blow,

Fall body upon the floor.

It is not the worst pain he will know.

Weak body rough and mauled,

From the ground, weak mouth called,

"I love you!" Attacker hears; not a tear will show.

And on this night of strife,

Although still loved is he,

Attacker takes his knife,

No feeling towards the man,

He grips the weapon as he can,

With final blow ends a life.

Once innocent, mind did change,

Once loved one,

No longer returned, not thought strange,

Knife took flight,

On this night,

Ruled by soul possessed of mange.