You played the guileless, lost little lamb  

Blind to the jolting verity of

Who I am.  

Your dark, moonless winter—

Bone-chilling.                                                    

You shivered before me, so eager

And willing.                                                       

You wrecked me like a raging tempest       

Bringing forth heartbreak from the very first caress.

The madness, the sadness

Takes its toll                                                     

Shuddering in the embrace that scorches my soul.

Dying Black Rose Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

Tempest Image by Free Fun Art from Pixabay