Jack of Diamonds, Queen of Spades. The Master of the Curtain deals the deck.
My heart! He cried, My Heart!
clutching his chest he sat down hard.
"I thought I was long past this," he thinks to himself.
realization cracks like a whip into his thoughts
No, this will stay longer yet I fear.
for days? Of course.
for weeks? yes.
for Months? It will.
for years? I believe it to be so.
I've taken so many bullets,
and I'm sick of looking over my merit badges,
my purple hearts.
My heart! He cried, My heart!
He clutches his chest still
"I Loved her so, yet she knew me not." A whisper
Here he muses.
A lack of effort? No, I wish I could say it was.
A lack of truth? No, I think her to be honest, in what matters.
A lack of Love? Perhaps. Perhaps there was just not enough in it.
A lack of mine? Of that, I am certain.
He is not openly bitter. Though he feels a sting from her more often than she knows.
He intends no ill upon her, nor does he have any unkind thoughts of her.
He remains a mess of confusion, a knot of wanting something precious lost.
My Heart! He cried, My heart!
but then the cage is lowered and the Master of the Curtain now runs the show.
And like sweet Mercutio- "It's nothing, tis but a scratch! I'm fine, I'm fine!"
a grin that could curl a witch's hair and disarm a fanatic's aire.
He does a dance to make you forget.
while inside the cage, he's whipped by regret.
An obession you say?
"ah but he has known obession", says the Master of the Curtain
"tis quite a different decay."
And Silver moon Luca looks on in dismay.
One last thought strays to his mind
A lack of Hers? It could not have been so, for I'm sure it was mine.
clutching his chest he sat down hard.
"I thought I was long past this," he thinks to himself.
realization cracks like a whip into his thoughts
No, this will stay longer yet I fear.
for days? Of course.
for weeks? yes.
for Months? It will.
for years? I believe it to be so.
I've taken so many bullets,
and I'm sick of looking over my merit badges,
my purple hearts.
My heart! He cried, My heart!
He clutches his chest still
"I Loved her so, yet she knew me not." A whisper
Here he muses.
A lack of effort? No, I wish I could say it was.
A lack of truth? No, I think her to be honest, in what matters.
A lack of Love? Perhaps. Perhaps there was just not enough in it.
A lack of mine? Of that, I am certain.
He is not openly bitter. Though he feels a sting from her more often than she knows.
He intends no ill upon her, nor does he have any unkind thoughts of her.
He remains a mess of confusion, a knot of wanting something precious lost.
My Heart! He cried, My heart!
but then the cage is lowered and the Master of the Curtain now runs the show.
And like sweet Mercutio- "It's nothing, tis but a scratch! I'm fine, I'm fine!"
a grin that could curl a witch's hair and disarm a fanatic's aire.
He does a dance to make you forget.
while inside the cage, he's whipped by regret.
An obession you say?
"ah but he has known obession", says the Master of the Curtain
"tis quite a different decay."
And Silver moon Luca looks on in dismay.
One last thought strays to his mind
A lack of Hers? It could not have been so, for I'm sure it was mine.