Who Writ
Who writ this tale of woe and love,What muse so crafted and from above, Could inspire a shift in time and place,From common grace to complex need,From satisfaction to selfish deed. Anticipating a lifelong gift,Entrusted to my honour was she,Long before my heart did shift.Then through my act did honour flee. My love and honour then gave way,To self hate and to shame.From that moment, on that day,Betrayal is now my darkened name.