Duel
When near the doomed dark hour drew,
Dreadful deed descended through
The tunnel trap, damp and dim,
Where a duo met at their whim.
Mundane motive - love triangle,
Jealousy jailed in a tangle.
Devoured by its fatal flame
The foes counted steps to aim.
To their demise, both aimed well -
To dire destiny they fell.
Double death that tunnel led
On grim end light never shed.
Femme Fatale kept her heartache
For her future husband’s sake.
January 31, 2021
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