Sword and Sorcery...( Dark Intentions )

Andrea and Jims title toss
Club challege
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"Here ye,
Here ye"...

Honestly
I bow to
thee...

BUT,

Only
as I'm
about to
sit down!

You swan around on your high steed like the brave
noble, who's honourable presence is worthy of king
Arthur's round table.
I see contradictory to the fact, as your far from
being brave, noble...

"Honourable"...

Well that's a laughing matter!

{ First strike to the heart - hurt }

You make no
decision what
so ever, for
your options
given.
Consumed by

Obsession,

Selfishness,

Greed...

God forbid you
miss out, as to
you the grass
has always been
greener. Leaving
the one who has
always truly
cared... hanging
by a noose.
Praying for the
stool to be
kicked and end
all suffering.

{ Second strike to the heart - realisation }

Whilst you twist
your knife deep,
into a loving
heart. Settling on
the pray, of a
natural selection
in easy and naivety.
Promising excaliburs
great magic... as if
its your divine right.

When in reality,

Sorcery flows on a
hexed web of lies.
The ladies around
you, are in lakes
of there own tears.

Drowning,

as they believed...
you and your
sword were for life.

No longer do I see
your as a jester.
Just a fool...
looked in a self-
induced stock.

{ Third strike to the heart - letting go }

I'll happily cut you
from your binds.
Pass you your sword
of self-righteousness.

Strike me with your
sharpe edge...until
your satisfied you've
made your point.

For my heart is
now drained, and
i bleed only from
a well of ink...

As I've shed your
fables. I now draw
a line across your
throat, as I'm
spilling your truths.

Over your poisoned
sword...I'll take
my noble quill,

watching your
face drain
with colour,
Like you
watched
my soul
drain of
hope.
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Opportunity has come knocking,
my scrolls of torturous past,
will now be heard by the traitor.

December the 1st,
I will be attending a poetry open mic night.
I've been entered in the Dark Arts category lol