Broken by Hand

What heart, my love
What bitter chill
That breaks the blade
To wish you ill
The words that cut
Brutal and sharp
In unkind speak
To split a heart
And take you pleasure
With joyous laugh
Cracked and broken
To know thy craft
What heart in shade
What frozen core
Night-time looming
For evermore.

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