The Death Of A Dove

Enduring this clear crucial moment in time,
oh crude intolerance you’ll find,
this obedient impulsiveness that is mine.

Looking into a hostile heart of imprudence,
within villainous shadows of ignorance,
yes genuinely gifted, vile and then vindictive.

Now looking upon the gentleness of her face,
while still trying to hide my disgrace,
the loathsomeness inside me will seal her fate.

Welcoming yielding to those wicked yearning
the taste of her blood and it’s burning,
my vicious foolish will, she will be my first kill.