Beheading By Harry Tobor He sank bloody to his knees Knelt in precious prayer Before the beheading Numbness His heart empty Bleed out Red love lust And quietly Demurely Like a red feather rose Tumbling in the wind Without a sound Her whisper closed the door Just as love first began Poem Rating:Click To Rate This Poem! Continue Rating Poems Share This Poem Tweet Public Collections Containing This Poem Other Poems By This Author BeheadingPoetHarry Tobor View More