Ariel Syleos Poet Rhyme

My Love

as she walks the halls
with his blood in her 
hand, thinking this
is grand.

so mean and so 
ungrateful two-faced
and unregretful.

this may be her son 
so lonly and so alone 
he feels he needs to run.

but with no strength he 
yells and yells and all you 
could her was the echoes
in the cells.

she enters his cell, with 
his blood on the floor and 
notices the door, it... was... open
and he was... gone.

she said with a soft voice my 
love have you no sympathy for me.
but all you could hear was the 
wind... 

my love i have no other...
this was no son this was 
her brother.

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