Her Name

by David Andrés Alíx

The story was not quite right

He died, yes

He was silent, yes

He was unafraid, yes

But there was no honor in it whatsoever

He was silent only because he grew weary of calling out

And not receiving an answer

Loosing his faith in the idea that a man is free to feel

And do as he pleases

He was unafraid because it was what he begged for; long slumber

He gathered that it was the only way to quiet his desire

That was her name

He only honored Desire The Perfect Dagger

And for this all else was dishonored

-2013.05.28

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