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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required once you take that first step down the path the decision has been set upon and you cannot go back now it is up to trust, that invisible demon or angel in waiting right or wrong the pendulum will swing in either direction time a curse or a blessing guided by a compass beholden to no one it has its own destiny for love once betrayed is a vengeful enemy setting off a cornucopia of storms of anger unleashing the torments only goddesses can bestow their ire thrust forth like a thunderous lighting strike wishing to smite those that have broken her heart there is no hiding from the maelstrom your betrayal has unleashed bringing embarrassment to those that inhabit castles a dire misjudgment in a moment of voluptuous temptation is there now regret to having succumbed to human wontedness it would appear so, hands now tied striding towards the inevitable step by step moving closer to the sentence handed down the walled fortress now a corral with no escape and then I am there, she and a legion of men in waiting a gilded sword sharp as any in the kingdom prepared her golden hair blowing in the wind, delicate features revealed utter beauty astonishing in the backdrop of a scorching sun how could I have traded this for a night of passion with another now I am pushed down to kneel before her my heart racing wildly she is judge and jury and as she draws back the sword I wonder if there is one morsel of sympathy in her repertoire so I close my eyes and ponder why has my lust brought me here all the whilst listening for the whoosh that will end my days or not Andreas Simic©
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