The Locket

Opening this locket sent from my love,

I do not want to look, yet I have to

If I am to determine her mistake.

My hands tremble, what could be inside it?

I recall moments of cherishing her,

I recall moments of wanting her dead,

Sometimes she could not be reached from here.

Her mind would recoil at the thought of me,

Maddened am I to reveal what I shall find,

Heart shaking to the core of my being,

Yet the love I remembered; eternity,

What have you done, my pretty one, I pray.

No more can I wait, my soul is set loose,

I open it, it is she, hanged from a noose.