Betrayal Love

Love reigned over his heart.
He offered her a world
In which death could not do them part.
Her beauty could outlast the stars,
But she would bear a tiny scar,
A pale, crescent mark,
Telling of her lover dark.
Time and sleep would hold over them no sway,
But they could not stand against the golden day.
He gave her his all,
But with such pride
That there must be a fall.

Her mind adored him.
Her heart abhorred him.

Torn between the two,
There was only one thing to do.
Pleaded she for a morrow day
To decide to change or to stay.
He could bear this no longer,
And he, being stronger,
Kissed her with his burning silver,
A molten, changing silver,

Burning through her screaming veins,
Stilling her ruby heart,
Never to beat again.

Now, the sun disdains her empty life,
Forcing her to hide to avoid its cruel strife.
Trapped in the realm of night,
His love was a poisonous blight
That made all he did seem right.
He kept her not.
But she, crushing his love’s spot,
Vanished with the wind,
Going here and there,
Not truly welcomed anywhere.
Her skin is as cold as ice.
If you wish to be with her,
Prepare to roll the dice.

Eternally betrayed,
If only, she could have stayed.
Drinking the crimson horror

To satisfy the hole in the chest,
Where love would have liked it best,
Never beating, ever still.
Can there be a way to it,
If there is no will?