-there's more than one way to win a war

I do not know

Why you do

What you do

These cruelties....this violence.

I cannot reconcile

This dark haired man

With the tormented eyes

And a face like an angel

With a ruthless killer

Who murders his wives.

Husband,

There is in me

A fire to survive

And each night

As I feel Death draw closer

His footsteps echoing yours

Towards my chamber door,

The fire burns brighter.

I am no different

Than the ones that came

Before,

But listen well

And remember,

There shall be none after.

I do not know

Why you do

These deeds

How you can bear to

Look into innocent eyes

And hold fragile hands

And speak vows as old

And true, as time

Only to break them

In the most

Terrible of ways.

I do not know these things

But what I do know

Is I must survive

And I shall do what I can

To see the sunrise.

And if it's my hair

Black as the night

And studded with pearls

Or the way

My hands paint pictures

As they accompany

My words

My eyes

That catch and reflect

The flames

Like fireflies

Trapped in amber

My voice

Rhythmic and sensual

My mind

Sharp as your blade

My entire being

Designed

To trap and distract

And seduce

Until you forget

The feeling of blood

Staining your clothes

Until you forget

Their cries

Until you lose yourself

In the magic I spin.

I shall survive you,

Husband.

Your bloody legacy

Ends with me

I shall not rest

Until my life is my own

And I have

Your savage heart

In my possession,

Caged within my own.

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