The impervious armor of her brittle heart
I've at lasst penetrated with the fiery arrows
of my trecherous deceit.
I have left her lying in a crumpled heap upon
the alter of my agriegious actions.
Alas, she cries out in bitterest dismay at the
revelation of my evil,contemptuous ways and falls
into a bitter disbelieving heap, her heart ravaged
by sorrow's savage grip.
She wallows in bitter ashes and wails wildly for she
has been crushed by the throes of terrible destitution
that I have caused.
Donavon Scott Vinson
