In arrows point with the bloody end,
I always knew her greed would begin.
and now it points,
aimed at my heart...
the one that became cursed
at my own trusting fault.
Here I lie,
a victim at hand.
a simple thought
brings her deadly hand
I am her demand.
her next prey...
one without a hope
as some would say.
Staring at my last chance...
the poison arrow
that aims at glance.......
to bring me sorrow.
..........................and no romance




