A letter arrived in a mail at night It was his message, an invitation to the wedding A two-faced man, who made me his ***** behind the curtains In the quiet of night, he always walked in to borrow my love
A letter arrived in a mail at night It was him asking me to forget about what we had But how could I forget his holy touch laced in sin? When he left a part of himself engraved within me
A letter arrived in a mail at night I was scared of that day, hoping for it to never come I always knew he was a treasure I could only possess in dreams While it is her who will truly know his love
This is Scene 4 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.