VANESSA
KING 

Final Assault  [poem, 2012]

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Rode hard into battle, your once devoted beast now subdued,

waits listless in your shadow’s dust.

Driven by madness and love’s delusion,

you turned to discern the enemy’s cloth but spied a worn skin, a weaker prey, close beneath.

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Cutting deep into a tender vein and tearing the soul’s sheath,

my shrill screams undeterring, you battled your demons inside my heart.

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Relentless, unyielding, the grotesque truths came…

storming, raving, the lunatic’s cry

feigning a noble cause - love’s ally.

 

Still driving your weapons deeper into my wounds till blade scrapes bone,

Our pulse slows. My eyes, tearless, close

and love has finally died.