Device: Internal rhyme
Knifed, this heart – torn and beat.
Entwined with thorns a soul so tender.
Etched in a mournful memory a mocking adieu.
Pain still plucked at worn heartstrings.
Crack! Crushed the icy crust of the heart.
A heart reborn – faith made strong.
Lies and treachery, now a mere echo…
My soul freed.