GUN SHOT

The tables have turned,
We sit now on opposite ends.
Years of love, with a single spark burned,
Gone is the need to pretend.
You dealt me the cards of insecurity
And I dealt you those of trust.
As you looked at them shyly,
Your red eyes flamed with a lust,
Not for the body or the mind,
But for the soul beneath it all,
To let you leave the years behind,
To let your ego stand tall.
And so you laid your cards on the table,
All three sly, smiling kings.
Finally your darkness was able
To spread its black-feathered wings.
But as you walked away, intoxicated,
By a shot-glass filled with sin,
Your victory was inundated,
With realization that a new game would soon begin.

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