Betrayal in Conversation
by Azrael J Raven
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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I wrote this after an unexpected arguement with an old friend of many years who for reasons I still can't fathom, betrayed every secret I had ever shared with him and held me to ridicule before my peers, a painful event I have never forgotten nor forgiven
Dark broiling clouds of conversation;
Anger rising, words misread.
The raven calls to unseen danger;
The other would see the dark bird dead.
The hidden blade lies primed and ready,
Cold malice is the spring.
Eyes search for flesh 'neath charcoal feathers;
With each movement of the raven's wing.
A flash of steel, a cry of pain,
Crimson rivers flow on black.
The blade withdrawn from gaping wounds,
Poised ready for the next attack.
Unskilled slayer, failed assassin,
So poorly practiced in your art.
How is it that you only wound me,
Whilst you desire to pierce my heart.
Draw again your hidden blade,
Place its point against my skin.
A little left, farther down; now,
One swift movement; thrust it in.
Shining steel drawn deep within me,
Black heart cleaved in two.
The bile that once flowed through my veins,
Now flows o'er your fingers to.
Poisoned by my own life fluid,
Black feathers fold and die;
There is no flame of bright redemption,
To raise them back into the sky.
Gaze down upon my lifeless form,
Black feathers cloaked in red.
What malice can you hold against me,
Now I'm peaceful, cold and dead.
Is this the quest you sought to follow?
Is this the goal you hoped to find?
For while, I rest in death's cold sleep,
My murder will torment your mind.
Black feathers in a storm of darkness,
Dark silhouettes against your dreams.
A blinding flash that rends the aether,
Poison from the Raven's scream.
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Always sad when what you thought was a lasting friendship come to an abrupt end with no reason or rhyme. Great write.....
|Reviewed by Kerry Compton Star Girl
|WoW! Wow! Wow! This is a PERFECT depiction of what betrayal feels like. And so perfectly and melodically worded. GREAT work here, Azrael, great work! Kerry|