Betrayal (poem) by Keith Rowley on AuthorsDen

Betrayal
by Keith Rowley → (All Poetry by Keith Rowley)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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We all respond in different ways to betrayal by a loved one. But no matter how hurt, how angry or vengeful we feel, we seldom persist in self destructive and/or murderous behaviour. But still we can imagine...that's a Welshman for you.
Betrayal The taste of blood is sweet my love As wind upon the bough The mantle of thy death my love Descends upon thee now Look deep into my eyes my love And see thy doom draw near Gaze now upon death’s face my love And know thine end is near I gave thee all my soul my love My lightest breath, ‘twas thine My deepest soul I pledged my love The holiest of wine Thy laughter haunts me so my love Thy smile still coaxes tears Still mad for thee I am my love But still my blade draws near A broken thing of broken parts Thou left me in our bed My spirit maimed by woman’s arts All pity is now dead Thou stilled my heart my sweet, sweet love My fondest dream lies dead A tempest through me blows my love Thy blood will I now shed. Oh God! Pray shut thine eyes my love They too much now do plead Hold fast thy panicked words my love They do my rage but feed Oh! Kiss me one last time my love Gaze upwards through thy fears Now see, I cannot slay thee love So blinded by my tears. Forgive! Forgive thine erstwhile love, my love Who bears thee in his heart Life’s fruit tastes bitter now my love As finally we part.

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on November 22, 2007

Reading your poem instead of freaking out, isn't this a good choice? ;-)
And certainly a good reason/explanation for literature and art.

Take care,

Axilea

Reviewed by Charles Keller

Reviewed on October 25, 2007

Well done!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 22, 2007

A most compelling write, Keith; and I appreciate the flow enhanced by your attention to rhyme and rhythm. Thank you. Best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on August 15, 2007

The deepest soul I pledged my love, the holiest of wine, what a beautuful line and so true, and so emotive, Yes I can feel your desicration of the holiest of shrines, "your soul," true art is also in a welshmans blood, but who am I to say, I've gone to the dogs, saved by a hairs breath. Bless, Jasmin Horst.

Reviewed by Keith Rowley

You are all far too kind, and I thank and bless you for your encouragement.

Keith

Reviewed by Cedric III

youve certainly nailed thee/thou/thine seamlessly which is definately an accomplishment to be sure.

yes.
your poem takes betrayal to the extreme but sometimes pain can do funny things to a persons mind.
we dont usually flip out and kill people but some of the thoughts we have when we are at our lowest and most hurt arent much better than that which you portray here.

Reviewed by Donna Wasson

Wow. Ok, I give up. This is too good. Freaky, but too good. Don't you hate when you read something from someone else that serves to prove just how far you have to go to be as talented?

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Beautifully penned, emotive and intense.