Righteous indignation
\nSelfishness and hesitation
\nSo unfair the things felt but unseen
\nCapturing souls, betraying, deceiving<\/p>\n
Lies and accusations of the same
\nSlandered and defamed a good woman’s name
\nHolding her up to some moral code
\nWith rules only fools would know<\/p>\n
By the time she could respond
\nAll but the core of her was gone
\nIgnored and neglected, with final insults
\nConsecrated devastation internal results<\/p>\n
The tears she cried were wasted
\nSalted and bitter they tasted
\nShared in the face of her hope shattered
\nConvinced these tears should have mattered<\/p>\n
From the distance, watch her horizon
\nWhile her body fades, the soul is undying
\nSo much lost before last breath is drawn
\nMuch left to gain before sunlight is gone<\/p>\n
With each ray of the sun on fire
\nEchoing with longing desire
\nLingering there in the hidden places
\nBehind the eyes of two men’s faces<\/p>\n
The story is old and timeless
\nWith all the ancient reminders
\nPious but pitiful once she was
\nRedeemed but unsaved by mortal love<\/p>\n
One man took her to be his bride
\nAnother needed her by his side
\nTo appease them both, husband and friend
\nShe gave herself to both the men<\/p>\n
Though both men knew of the other lover
\nTo the world they were known as brothers
\nOne sharing her in the other’s stead
\nOne taking her nightly to his bed<\/p>\n
Until the child was born with eyes of blue
\nThough sometimes these things happen, true
\nTo dutiful husband, eyes so brown
\nThe blue-eyed brother was the talk of the town<\/p>\n
And talk the townsfolk surely did
\nAbout which brother had fathered the kid
\nUntil two years on the child did die
\nAs did the light in the woman’s eyes<\/p>\n
The blue-eyed brother left without a sound
\nBut that didn’t stop the gossip in the town
\n“Adulterer! Harlot! Tramp! Scoundrel!”
\nFrom love to death, the lies surrounded<\/p>\n
Then one night, deep in the dark
\nThe brother came home, bringing his heart
\nAccepted again by brother with open arms
\nOnce again the woman fell into his charms<\/p>\n
Until hidden in the dark of night
\nHe shared in his lady love’s delights
\nAn elder in the town discovered
\nProof of unholy love uncovered<\/p>\n
Make-believe trials under Christian guise
\nThe verdict of guilty was no surprise
\nBefore the morning’s light befell
\nThey hung him by the mourning well<\/p>\n
As chance would have, a fortnight on
\nThe husband, distraught from losing brother and son
\nWith a gun put a bullet through his head
\nWhile lying alone in the marriage bed<\/p>\n
Everything she loved, gone
\nIn agony and silence, her heart beat on
\nBroken though as it was, she remained
\nAlone, devastated with overwhelming pain
\nLonely in her nightmare, when once filled up
\nWith more than needed, more than love
\nShe fought the scorn, lived, loved and cried
\nUntil alone, she closed her eyes and died<\/p>\n
Rumor, innuendo, blatant stories and lying
\nThrough slings and arrows of accusation
\nThere are some things still worth fighting
\nAnd love is not lost by dying<\/p>\n
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(c) copyright 2014 Michelle Devon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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