TITLE: The sword that slays in silence
By J. C. Lamont
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The character in question is a MASTER poet, so the finished draft MUST be near perfection. Feel free to rip it to shreds if it warrents it.
Any advice on punctuation also welcome.
Hear my cry, turn not your face
The terrors of death befall me
Flesh that trembles fear’s disgrace
A heart sore pained within me
Crimson tears doth fall as blood
From soul’s wound of betrayal
The thorn that wrought the rosebud
When once we took sweet counsel
Tis not a foe, but a friend
Who broke the vow he swore;
Words veiled as daggers rend
A heart held naught but war
Twas not with blade did he betray,
Alas, it was a kiss
Tis no escape, what pain it may
The sword that slays in silence.
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