Passion

Passion

A vast, albescent
Expanse of frigid
Frozen desolation where no
Warmth can thrive, no lonely
Heart can find solace. It was there
Among the deadened copses of trees
And gnarled shrubs burdened down with
Ice and frost, that my last breath of
Life was so painfully lost to the
Psychotic whim of the one who I so
Naively trusted. A surreptitious
Rendezvous was his plan,sad to
Learn he was no man, but a beast with
Malice unable to be quelled; the only
Heir to Hell.  I couldn’t believe it even as I died.

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