A smirk leaves his face as knights escort me away;
What am I to say?
That I predicted this?
That this was meant to be?
How would I have known,
That the only one I called a friend,
Would just be pretend?
The tears roll down my eyes,
As I take his actions for size.
What of this was his will?
Did he have the intent to kill,
The one he loved so dearly?
The answer came to me clearly,
As I sit on the lush green hill.
It was all a sake of betrayal.

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