29 May 2012

Pause a little, take your aim,

You miss the apple on my head,

The arrow leaves the bow's embrace

And pierces my poor heart instead.

My head is pounding,

My body numb,

From disbelief

What have you done?

But you just smile

With a sadistic laugh

And tug on the heart string

Attached to the shaft.

The pointed head smarts

As I shiver in agony

And it retracts,

Taking a part of me.

Now that you're gone

I search my chest

For the hole where you left

With what I loved best

And plundered my torso

For the priceless ruby.

The one I adored

Who flawlessly fooled me.

I cling to the trunk

With its twisted berth,

Where we carved our names in a love heart

And you promised the Earth,

I slump to the roots

Of the gnarled old yew

Where you conned me,

And I loved you.

DelilahHuntsman • Opuss № I