The Word Is Broken

The Word is broken at the first and the last,
vows once spoken, now a dead thing of the past,
the oath eternal in truth not so everlasting,
partners once thought real have fled the field,
though time the promise they no longer stand,
and so the ending a snake that slithered away,
a curtain call that gave forth another day,
the spirit free to roam once more ...

so linger not in past hopes false light,
loiter not in the doorway of yesterday's despair,
idle not, hesitate not, be not chained to the
human heart's propensity to dwell where the
pain grows, focus not on desperate revenge ....

yet what joy vengeance when meted out in
proper fashion, handed out as cold revenge,
knowing no compassion, those human foibles
cast aside, silenced, never heard to complain,
so by demon's hand and dragons breath the apple's
flesh ripped screaming from that whoring bitch,
a gurgled bloody whimper the last sound,
the scratching nails on the coffin the last act
in this play of betrayal that begin as a lie;