4# Tales of long ago - Broken.

Last night I was taken, in blood lust and raw,

To help replenish, wife's soul draining maw.

My blood, simple remedy, taking her jeopardy,

On well hewn path, to her satisfied rhapsody.

My heart is in pieces, I wonder to cope,

Of wife's endless needs, fulfilled at my throat.

My blood often drained, my very soul hurt,

It’s becoming less often, my mind can assert.

I’m trapped, beaten chained and stricken,

I cry every day, from neck being bitten.

I prayed to God, an act of repentance,

Wife cackled at plight, and uttered a sentence;

'Where is your God?'

'Where is your saviour in great time of need,

where is your Jesus to help you be freed?

He left and abandoned you, lost to our creed!'

Tears come anew, thoughts look within,

My doubts now arising, believing her sin.

Beyond all the pain and the biting and taunting,

This single great blow to my soul is most haunting.

Her words cast a shadow, her words start to seep,

A shadow on heart, and settle in deep.

Why does God leave me, with creatures from hell,

Unless he approves, of my soul at death's knell.

Despite the bites from wife's endeavour,

My wounds, the blood, now lost forever.

My broken heart, its barren blight,

My miserable thoughts of mind and its plight.

It isn't my wife I blame for soul hurting,

It isn't my wife I find disconcerting.

Despite her taunting, and endless beating,

Despite her temptations, and cruel way of speaking.

My bane isn't placed at feet of wife,

It's firmly based, within my own life.

For wife, I love her, heart and soul,

My bane is own failure, taken whole.

My endless refusal, accepting wife's gift,

Has left our union, broken, bereft.

My endless refusal, her love never earned,

I refuse to surrender, my will, and be turned.

For God is a mountain I can't overcome,

For I can hear heaven, beating its drum.

I’m locked forever in Christ’s bound halter,

And restrained from visiting, Satan's altar.

It’s breaking my heart on hearing wife’s cries,

She wishes to take me to Satan, as prize.

And every time I ready acceptance,

God comes to me and reminds of allegiance.

I'm lost dear Lord, in heartbroken purgatory,

Let me be free, I'll remember your true glory.

Cast me from your shore, and let me be turned,

For my wife is crestfallen, and I'm already burned.

Our hearts are now fading, time is now passing,

My soul needs her breath, my age now amassing.

My soul needs her turning, we've waited so long,

We're both slowly dying, in agonies song.

Two broken souls, one of light, one of dark,

I need wife's hidden world, not convenant's ark.

My need to accept, I'm no longer auxiliary,

I no longer deny, wife's heart and pained misery.

She's dying, dear Lord, without me by her side,

She will age and be lost, she chose me to provide.

I'm past return, just pass me by, my heart is crushed,

As fate apart, will turn our souls, to tears, in dust.

Dear God, let me go and trust in my soul,

It's need to grow love, is born in your role.

Let us now leave, to a land lost in sin,

To live in peace, with our truest of kin.