Burden of Guilt

My wife's cheating hands groped around deep within my heart,
wrenching out our love that was bound deep within my heart.

The moon exposed her heaving breasts, my ears heard her moans,
for always their echos will sound deep within my heart.

My confidant's two wine reddened eyes like grinding stones,
scarring furrows forever ground deep within my heart.

Their entwined sweating bodies and the odors of lust,
will be in my thoughts tightly wound deep within my heart.

The moonbeams on my sword's righteous blade glint in their eyes,
startled, they both see the rage found deep within my heart.

From the wallows of sin's stench they plead for foregiveness,
I am sickened as they resound deep within my heart.

I spare them, instead they'll carry this guilt to their graves,
so must I carry grief's grave mound, deep within my heart...