She says True Love

Hurt with the first cut
bitten once, mark of the fangs
still felt bright
in her scarred heart
spelling betrayal

she thought of entwined bodies
of the mixing of bodily fluids
of the growl and mewl of lusts
and she shuddered
it came to that

betrayal, that he should offer
his body to another
no not so...it was the soul
offered willingly to another
while promised to her

she craved vengeance
to let them love shorter
than their hate; until forever
a spell bound by the golden circle
broken by karmic wheel

chanting the curse
her eyes grew dark
like the darkness of realms
entrance like the eyes
of a python...

her heart and soul
slithered into the pool
of hatred, with reflections
in obsidian sliminess...
anger like venom
...to kill the prey.