I have kept my promise, so now who's the defeated one
as I stare down into those forest eyes of yours, laced with bitter self-loathing, disbelief and sympathy for everyone who tasted your hurt, both the bashful and the brass?
Abuser becoming the abused, the hunted - my lowly prey. Rather hide in the woods for you're not the once invincible King
hoping that the reminiscence of your ruthless deeds will be blessed with forgiveness.
Great ! One of the best poems you have written. I like short powerful works that
capture moments exactly , full of interesting imagery. The basic premise is also
clever and original. Well done.
There is a powerful transformation expressed in your words... one reduced, and one exalted... now to see if mercy or judgement will prevail... There is a gritty realism in your voice.