Come By the Sword, Die By the Sword

(center)COME BY THE SWORD, DIE BY THE SWORD A young god you marched across my heart Like a conqueror returning to Rome I was innocent believing myself to be of worth. Pure of heart, educated, a partner to share life and raise fine children. But --when firmly ensconced into my gentle heart-- You treated it as a brothel--delighting in cruelty-- Knowing I carried your son. Never knew I how sweet bloodshed tasted While your tears mourned-- too late. (center) V Anderson-Throop 2014