he cried deep within the darkness of his soul.
outside he was enraged by the broken feelings
from the one who has gone away and left this hole
in the tattered remains of what he once was...
the sharp blade he swings before him may yield some healing.

he rips away from all that once held him to reality.
insanity drives him to new ecstatic heights of madness
as he finds himself laughing with great hilarity
while he glares at the deceivers with a look of death...
the blade sings through the air releasing some of his stress.

he comes to a moment of clarity, seeking out vengeance.
find all who would put him down and take away their glee,
destroy the ones they love in this deathly dance
while evermore looking for the one who left him alone...
crimson is his face as his eyes search constantly.

alas she has gone from this world and he does not know.
he persists in his blood-lust as he devastates all
who cross his path and feel his wrath as he goes
ever seeking, never stopping, ever slicing...
and then in the darkness he begins to fall.

he remembers the one he loved so much.
her tenderness and kind way with everyone
and then he sees everything in a rush
to his brain as he recalls all who were slain...
as he falls on his sword and pierces his lung.

here lies a great man who was smitten.
he lost his mate and became filled with a rage
and the overwhelming need to get even
with the world that made him react...
the love he once knew turned into a phage.

his breath shudders as he lays on the ground.
alone and exhausted he feels the warm blood
pooling around his body as his life drips out
and his vision is blurred and he can't hear a sound...
breathing his last, he sinks into the mud.

good night sweet lover; you have done very well.
your love precedes you into your next life
as you leave this private place of hell
and enter a new world of peace and joy...
you may yet again find the one who was your wife.