Behind a rusted shield of matrimony
her tearful heart hides bruised and worn.
A deceptive mask of harmony,
tethered tightly, she so adorns.
Not whimsy, gale or tempest thrust
staggers the layer of sterling steel;
restrictive chords that bind disgust,
but her apathy cannot be revealed.
Recite the vows through bleeding lips,
those wretched words taunt and taint.
Tightening the chains which bind her hips,
passion lies dormant within restraint.
Are not her foolish words infallible?
Can the err of time be not erased?
Her soul grows weary - her heart inaudible -
A sanctified union is sorely disgraced.
Within her heart a half-opened door
wanting true love to enter through.
Viciously surrounded by virulent moor,
hope ceases to live, her will is subdued.
With honorable grief she holds in place,
by weakened grip, chastened by thorn,
this burdensome armor of love misplaced
until shackles fall and her soul is reborn.
