This one is for the liars and the deceivers
Those who rejoice in manipulation and secrecy
How easily one such victim is lured into a false sense of security
Then, with much rejoicing, is decapitated.
Oh, how they lie.
It is not for me to judge
In the event the world collapses around them
We would have disappeared into a tiny wisp of smoke.
A fair-weather friend to them
For reasons unbeknownst to them
As it shall remain.
They are not as they believe.
Although all may see them
None do see them.
Save for the few Montresor to their Fortunato.
In pace requiescat!
Alas! Such a bittersweet ending to what might have been!
You, who was never meant to succeed in my love.
You, who had such a beautiful name and appearance.
You, who forgot the meaning of the world.
It is such poetry that flows from the death of you.
It makes me think of what might have been,
And of what should still be...
But you were never meant to live
Your destiny was indeed death and sadness and sorrow of the world.
Your beauty was never meant to succeed in this life or on this platform.
How superficial your body wanted!
And what, with such subtlety you were denied by the world and by me!
What power you once held over me!
Power that was broken by another.
You shall disappear once more and perhaps I shall ache.
I imagine how the hurt I should feel in my breast would overcome me
My cries of sorrow for loss would resonate throughout the hallways and permeate the air.
But, alas, one hopes for the love of another.
For if there is hope there shall always be succession
Where there is love there shall always be a reason
And then, there comes the end which shall be different for all.
And for you the end, unjust and slow.
The end, slow and painful.
How unfair that it should be this way!
Let love reflower and your name and utter beauty be reborn in the form of another more worthy than I.
This love was not the intention of the fate's
By- Me!
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