Blood stained knife

Dripping to the ground

Blood soaked tears

Tracing her crown

The blade had dug deep

Deeper than she thought

This wasn’t suppose to happen

Until he had taught

Her what life was

How love was formed

What passion felt like

And how regret was born

He left her to cry

Tears mixing with the rain

Her heart left in the mud

Body abandoned, without a name

But she picked herself up

And had lifted the knife

Struck true, proud

Felt that it was right

Yet the action proved false

She had avenged too far

Her heart, again, pieces in the mud

So she finally leveled at par

No more will she try to hurt him

Hopefully he’ll respect her same