• i want what he has
    the burning in my soul
    the undying resentment
    to do anything to take her back

    on that dreadful summer night
    as the cyotes howled to the stars
    i heard her screams of agony
    and let hate feul my actions

    i know what i must do
    murder would be to sudden
    torture would be to kind
    for his treason was also defiling my queen

    as i slowly but surly took his life
    she lay on the floor still crying
    my rage only grew as i saw his broken face
    for he was once my best friend

    i sat
    arms soaked in the blood of an ally
    it was too late to take it back
    when i discovered that my queen had betrayed me