He found her there,
Red-faced with rue.With silken hands,
She'd cried her due.He fired three rounds.
He'd missed but two.
One, found a home,
Her blood ran blue.He fired one more,
Red ran the hue.She stilled,
He'd killed.He chambered another,
And saved it,
For her other lover.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis