Betrayal

I cut off a curl and send it per post.

You never did respond. Did it get lost?

In my second letter, I checked all the details,

They were correct. Still, I dreaded what this might entail.

My letter got sent back. On it, a note was attached.

It read: “The man you seek is dead. I should know because I cut off his head.”

My reply was instant. “No, it may not be true.”

Still, I read on to find some clues. ” Don’t grieve him.

He’s not worth the anguish. Do you know he left his wife to perish?”

Later that day, I found out about his wife.

It took me by storm because she had held the knife.

I went to the estate to discover her misdeeds.

Upon arriving, I followed some convincing leads.

I sought her journal to relinquish my thirst

However, after reading my bubble burst.

My darling lover had many affairs,

While he pushed his woman down the stairs.

Tears burned down my cheeks.

This was the man I grieved for weeks.

I found her unconscious body next to his.

Under my care and me sorting her affairs,

She returned to me. “I didn’t want to kill him.”

She whispered as I held her softly.

“I saw him with the knife one second and the next he was dead.

And in my hands there lied his-“

Head.