I made a promise,
A little vow,
Whispered on the wind,
A curse to my weeping heart,
What will take to hold you dear?
To feel the stir of your emotions,
To taste the passion of your lips?
What can I do to move you to tears?
To assure you, my eyes are rendered yours,
Sheltered by the shift of your indifference,
A shield maiden I’ve become,
Moved beyond recognition,
On meadows lost to night –
Stars behind the clouded skies,
In grapping wound, the bite of your words –
A tongue lost in the shallow on your mouth,
The promise of our love,
The tears, which fall,
Mingled with blood –
Dried in withered waste,
A flower shrivelled inside my head,
You sink your teeth, further into my skin,
To seal the hurt within,
A promise broken,
A little vow left dead.