Hell hath no fury like a lover's scorn,
A fickle heart bleeds embittered thorn.
Promises made with careless regret,
Weeps so with tears of scarlet.
Stains upon a pillow eventually dry,
Life-long dreams for a future die.
Wallowing in confusion devout,
Torturing ones-self leaves no doubt.
Love abandon to cauldron's dredges.
A curse cast upon unfaithful pledges.
Selling a soul for penance sake,
Condemning for each tear's partake.
Vengeance is held in deep regard,
Lessons in life are dealt so hard
Scorn akin to the black plague's plight,
Consuming the broken with unquenched might.