In her master’s eyes she sees his favour,
A smouldered glance reveals she is the one.
Fevered touch and kiss she craves to savour.
Tonight he chooses well and she has won.
But wanderlust, disquietude advance,
Foreboding, cast aside for someone new,
Karma calls, lends only this one chance.
What is a woman spurned so forced to do?
Poisoned lips she presses to his temple,
Whispers words of loving, serves to please.
Thus patronized, he begins to tremble,
Falls, willingly, she upon her knees.
Bejewelled dagger, in the boudoir, sparkles,
Moonlight glinting in dark eyes, on fixed smile,
Planned madness, maniacal her chuckle,
His supine head, eyes glazed, gone for a while.
‘Be still, sweetheart,’ softest words placate,
Unknown end, his in comfort and in leisure,
Exquisite agony propels his fate,
Life’s end erupting with his mighty pleasure.
With ebbing breath he gasps to tell his story,
Tale recounted oft, and oft too late,
‘My love, you were heart’s one true glory.
For you I foreswore others as my mate.’
With swift recourse and gesture lost to reason
She plunges bloodied dagger into heart,
Bled with him, though mortal life was over,
Together now, in death, no one dares part.
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