Delilah

It was the night of the indigo-crescent moon, amongst chrysanthemums in bloom That I became, the victim of a bloodless butchery You smiled as you, delivered The mortal blow to a heart naïve, caught off-guard My knees merged with earthly blanket, cursing Gods and foes alike Urchins laughing, snickering, behind my back On this night, I took upon my heart, the weight of thousand scars My world corrupted, stained My innocence robbed, fading Into the mist of cursed realities, Draining blood from a lifeless corpse with a gaze, Still fixed at a devilish moon Arbitrary to those who must now, prevail the consequence of a heart Deluded, deceived Would you absolutely secure these accolades of a barren chest? Are you willing to accept, this mockery of a heart? A mere clump of tempered steel Forged in these dreary pits of dragon’s breath Delilah, your fiendish smile, I remember, still…