Wielded might of words
work wonders on the mind.
Poison infiltrating slow
at better, satisfied time.
Woeful tears, untrue rumor
spread and dripped despair.
One solution evident,
but not anyone to spare.
No life is worth living
without you always there,
for while I’m standing here
I take no breath with air.
Venom spat in the drink
taken slowly, sip by sip.
Awaiting oh so anxiously
for her prince’s sweet lip.
Time trips on cobblestones,
a horse’s rough trail.
Its sluggish trot taking
that of only a male.
Busting open doors,
he bounds across to her
sadness all the while
seeping into a blur.
Oh, what have words done
that would drive us to our fate?
Our love is deceased now-
words too fast and I too late.
Leaning down misty-eyed,
he wished her waking
and smiling and laughing,
instead of cold and breaking.
Words drove him
far worse spelled-
he took his life;
both lovers felled.
