Still Death Do Us Part
his piercing clear gaze as if through me he looked,
seeing only his manifest thoughts as he took
as he stole every bit of me, rent into pieces
his majesty's filth lie in fold in the creases
i burned for one day of the sorrow if blissful
long awaiting the kisses both passionate and wistful
this shell of the hero who once played this part
he is gone now, i see it, still death do us part
Copyright © Sarah Beringer | Year Posted 2017
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