Silent glances
No words to fill the air
Tyranny advances
No words to clear the air.
Fear takes over
He searches for a vice
Words of hate muttered
Not twice but thrice
Can’t take back what’s been said
You know the saying “There’s truth in jest”
Holding a secret appeal
Wishing only to reveal
He slashed that throat before it reached him
The message that the secret hid.
Love all consuming died by his hand
Fear of what the messenger intended.
The eyes shuttered as death ensued
She was only trying to say that she loved you.
