COUP DE GRACE
Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 5:55 am
COUP DE GRACE
The stage is set for conflict
The battle standards fly
The wounds to be inflicted
Not naked to the eye
But wound he will and deeply
The lesions never heal
Words dispatched like weapons
The blades so very real
No blood to stain the carpet
Just salt to sting the eye
No grave site marks the battlefield
The teardrops all will dry
Inside her soul is bleeding
The heart beat not so strong
The mind now dull and throbbing
The urge to leave is gone.
So vulnerable the victim
Defences all but spent
Await the final 'coup de grace'
Last act of pure contempt
But he prolongs her suffering
No merciful finis
This is the only life she knows
Her life reduced to this
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper February 2015
The stage is set for conflict
The battle standards fly
The wounds to be inflicted
Not naked to the eye
But wound he will and deeply
The lesions never heal
Words dispatched like weapons
The blades so very real
No blood to stain the carpet
Just salt to sting the eye
No grave site marks the battlefield
The teardrops all will dry
Inside her soul is bleeding
The heart beat not so strong
The mind now dull and throbbing
The urge to leave is gone.
So vulnerable the victim
Defences all but spent
Await the final 'coup de grace'
Last act of pure contempt
But he prolongs her suffering
No merciful finis
This is the only life she knows
Her life reduced to this
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper February 2015