A letter to the traitor


You stabbed me once,
The third time you came again,
But I was ready with a cane.

You were smart,
You came disguised, wearing a mask,
Resisting you became a task.

You chanted your spell again,
It was hard to see through your feign.

You got close,
Just when you were about to strike,
I recognized you and your spike.

I closed the doors,
You entered through the windows.

I kicked you out,
And closed them too.

Now you cry there outside my heart,
While I live in peace and joyful art.

I won, you lost.
I won't let you win ever again...

Not until you are true,
Until then, dear love, stand in queue..!!

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