The Bitter End


A poem by Eponine

I hear your whisp'ring voice tonight,
it tells me to beware,
though I am deaf to all your threats,
I dont deny it's there.

Your warnings are a river now,
the river starts to flood,
as I remember centuries,
of pain and death and blood.

I feel inside my body,
the venom of the snake,
it shall remain my secret,
untill you are awake.
But don't forget that suffering,
is all that you can make.

Your final words of jealousy,
shall ring forever true.
But do not be corrupted,
by those who murdered you.

From all you've told me in those days,
your life was not worth living.
Come show me your devotion,
and I shall be forgiving.

A soul that's innocent and weak,
is that a role you play?
The blood will turn to venom soon,
and there's a price you'll pay.
But you may give up on escape,
cause you wont find your way.

A life of misery and fear,
this long-forgotten past.
You should have known it was the end,
that here you would not last.
But if you get another chance,
dont run away so fast.
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The library