The Dagger of Betrayal, In Mine Murderous Hands

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes you have to sacrifice that which is most dear to you, for the better of everyone else.


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Submitted: May 08, 2007

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Who holds the dagger of betrayal but me?

Thine warm blood, on mine murderous hands.

Plunged into the ice-cold heart of thee.

A favour I did to all in these lands.

Thou art, in life, mine truest friend.

And I will think of thou in my prayers.

Sorow-filled that thine life is mine to end.

Believe mine word, friend, when I say I cared.

The evil tainting of thine heart and mind,

Was twisting thou into a murderous soul.

Believe me when I say mine actions are kind.

Taking thine life for the good of us all.

And as thy lay there, slowly dying,

I know I will be the only crying.


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