Bound by words of magic and praise,
our hearts now as one merged,
For She my goddess saw fit to give,
us to each to love.
Alas her satirical humour soon kicked in,
another she bade me to fall.
Deep into the pit of love,
out i tried to crawl.
A knife she silently placed in my hands,
her words soft but clear,
"Plunge this into the heart of one,
and keep the other near,
For when the moon is once more new,
the one you keep will feel.
his eyes will no more fill with tears,
his love instead renewed."
Sadly, my head i shook,
i knew this knife will hurt neither,
with one swift motion, into my heart,
the knife, i buried forever.


 
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