Lokasenna
Is it easier to know
That the wrath in the eye of an angry lover
Has been forged in that
Which will forever be stronger than malice
That the smile on her face,
so very gentle
Will just as easily cut
And you are never safe. Betrayal is an art.
The screaming, sanguine art of murder
Will eternally walk hand in hand with passion
And those who deal in both wear black
Far more often than white.
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: