Pry the Garnet from her finger
Take the stone out of the ring
And shove it deep down in her throat
Smother her with a cloth
Woven out of Onyx
She's trembling out of love for you
Even as you feed the shadows
That manifest her soul
She's choked;
Coughing up blood, she cries
She grips her chest
And takes one more heave
Soon, you can see the Garnet
Soaked and stained with her blood
You take her bloody lips in yours
And steal her last breath
You glance at the tainted Garnet
And say. "It was unintentional."
