The Secret

Blood spatter bright,

Beneath the cold midnight light,

Of a late October moon,

Where our love has met its doom,

I weep in profound remorse,

Where my hand has dealt its course,

Of events I had no control,

While the midnight bell did toll,

Your life soon will be ended,

From the mortal wound untended,

Your life's force outward flows from your wound,

Though long since you have swooned,

The perfume in your hair,

Still lingers in the midnight air,

As you die here in my arms,

I still, succumb to your charms,

My hot tears, wet upon your face,

Mixed with my feelings of shame and disgrace,

You never now will know dear,

Just what it is to know fear,

My obsessions now made clear,

My secret now you know dear,

That I have lived two separate lives,

Because I have had two wives.

This crimson blade of steel,

That somehow seems unreal,

Will mix your blood with mine,

Where the sun shall never shine,

In my heart I now impale,

I do this, without fail,

Our bloods of deepest red,

Both flowing like a watershed,

Now too, my life is over,

Beneath this field of crimson clover,

On the late October moon,

Where our love has met its doom.