Soul quivering with Her pain.

His words and her tears proving their dishonor, 

the color of His eyes around her neck.

She is breaking with the realization of all She will be to Him 

and all she was and still is to Him.

Take Me home, She begs.

This is Your home now, is His reply. We must honor the Moon.

Do You love her?

His silences makes Her want to curse the Moon,

Even her faith is cracking like a ceramic bowl taken from the fire and filled with frozen water.

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I never touched her... 

I never meant to fall in love with her...

It was my obligation to take care of her after my brother died...

His rationalized words are murder on Her heart

Her questions drawing a confession She hates to hear

But She needs to know the depth She was betrayed.

She can't stop demanding the totality of His truth.

It moves like an eclipse across Her soul,

Darkness getting darker, 

The Moon moving between Her and Her hope

Light fading into shadow becoming more intense, sharper, 

like the silver She carries folded in silk.

He disarms Her with His words then His actions

Hanging Her from the wall, like prey,

Shearing Her glory as She screams.

He desecrates Her body as He did Their bond,

cutting away the gift She had grown for only Him since birth.