Tragedy

In the darkened pit of uneasyness he laid,
overwhelmed by a remorse he simply could not disperse,
and he simply could not find tranquility,
for this remorse of his seemed not to move away easily.

His thoughts were drowned and shrouded by darkness,
this one being thick, giving way to a sentiment of sadness,
which impetously thrashed his heart painfuly inside him,
for so barbarous his deeds were,
that extinguished the heart of the creature that was not to blame.

His tears streaming from his eyes,
would selfishly ravage any joy in his life,
and repentance did not serve well,
for his impure intentions have already on his victim fell,
murdering her soul in utter contempt,
succumbing her to the brink of the venom,
in which she eventually fell.

She beheld the treachery and she wished her eyes were shrouded in a veil,
but time rapidly elapsing was,
that she took no heed for the life she had,
and in a moment's breach,
she plunged into Death's ebony pit.

His own ill-meant deed he would avenge,
and he could not perceive other solution than bloodshed,
for he realised he shall follow his once-beloved's fate,
and grabbing justice through a sword of grace,
he ended his torment by holding it twice through his soul and flesh.

RQ
Moscow
2/7/10