If you want to know why don't you ask him?
I can hardly tell you why he did it!
When I decided to abandon him
I did not know the act would leave him in
Such desolation! That he would commit
Himself to that piteous ditch suggests
I barely knew him at all. You, was I
So wrong to forsake his person that he
Should feel the need to rid himself of this
Life and so desert the army of
The living? Was I the captor of his
Heart that he should jilt the world of time
Still owed? I know my sin weighs heavily on me,
For great injury did I heap upon
Him by the abduction of his fair lass,
But! on my life, I did not discard him
On some highway like a mindless manic;
You get me? That He should run trip and fall
To end his days in a silly ravine;
He was my friend, though I had lost sight
Of it when she came along, her long hair
Swaying back and forth, her hair tilted back
With just the hint of of desire; I sure
Made a mistake. What do you think of her?
Was it she, her disloyalty that led
Him to this, and not my heinous act? Yet
Why should he renounce himself for her while
There are still women to have him, are
Still walking in the daylight? They are not
So unhinged as is deaths door that he should
Find them unattractive. However much
I do contend with my conscience and fail
To overcome the dead weight of guilt, I,
I, am nothing when compared to the tears
She shed over his body. You tell me,
Was she so fond of him still when she left,
That she should weep for the man she rejected?
With only a day's separation? How,
How can this be that in but a day she
Left both he and I, in much the same way?
And you'll ask why I left her alone there,
Well, my guilt was turned to injurious wrath,
and her tears did turn my heart to hate;
For how could she love him so well when she
Professed such love for me? By her wailing
She had renounced me, I said, I will be
Her lad no more, let her forsake me now
For that corpse she bemoans! Let her leave me!
And may she shun all of society
For the act of murder, for robbing that
Man of his senses; should she entrap me
As she did to him? Pluck from my heart the
Very keys to my soul? No! Let her rot,
For I have learned well not to kidnap those
That come willingly only to act the
Part of a dutiful wife! Did she not
Also speak of such things with him when she
Surrendered herself, body and soul, to
His impatient designs? Let her beg me
As she did to him, when last she did seize
The lifeline of another, snatched him from
Reason and common sense, that's what gets me!
That he loved her for so many days past,
As though a wife, only to be misled
In the end by a common whore! Try me,
I say let her try me, the way she did
Him; let her say whatever she wants, I
Say that no matter what she does she wont,
Shall not succeed in such begging! I'll snub
Her as I would any foe, and I will
Not relinquish; though she promise me the
World: Because you know what? Let me tell you,
She had eyes that sought to abduct me, like
Him, tried to make a slave of me: Until,
Right up until, she thinks that I'm cheap, and
Finds someone with greater ambition. So,
I left. My hearts now made of stone; my friend
Is in a ditch, and I must still atone.
Love Taker, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
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