Death Did Not Become This Maiden Fair

A poem about love, death and loss

All along the castle walls
  A deadly secret she doth keep
      "Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
            She was once his lady only
                With ivory skin and beauty fair
                    She fed him nectar from raven hair

His betrayal seared her hemorrhaged heart
    She had warned with many a fiery stare
        Thou shall not indulge in wicked fare
            Be ever so watchful, do not betray
              Beware, where thou heart doth leave
                    "Take heed," said she
                        "Just who thy seed deceives"

This fair maiden in her chamber dark at night,
    silently stirred her venomous, poison treat
        She planned his demise with nectar, bitter sweet
            Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
                Bid him die a dark and lingering death
                    Upon his sleeping body that she left

Amidst her pillaged, ravaged heart
  Would this poison brew she stirred
        Leave him coldly dead without a word?
          Her empty soul doth bid her tears beneath
              Bringing chalice to her lips of ruby red ~~~~

                    The poison she drank~~~~
                          Left her body lifeless dead.