by Dec 7, 2004Poetry

LIke a bitter arrow
Your words pierced my heart,
Telling me what I wanted to hear,
Placing me under his spell.

Like a demon your cruel hands held mine,
Speaking false comforts to me,
In my darkest day,
In my darkest hour.

You watched me cast away my kin,
You saw my son die,
And you did nothing,
You still thought of gold.

And now you have nothing.
No punishment I can give unto you will be
as bad as the knowledge you have;
Your words are poison, snake.


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