Lying helpless on his side
The last attempts to stand having failed
His chest heaving, blood running from his mouth and nose
His sad eyes tell a bitter tale
Of abuse and torture
He whimpers with the last of his breath
Dying in full view
Of the one he put his full trust in
The whole of his love
The one who was always there
To beat him and hug him
The man was always there
So he would never run
He could never run away
Even while he silently begged for mercy
Crying out in pain
Crying in tearless sobs
Suffering under a pure cruelty
But still he would never run
He would never try to break free from the chains that held him
His love for his tormentor ran too deep
Deeper than any hate
It had to endure
Never knowing anger
The love was the revolution
Battered but content
He could never hold those fists in contempt
And as the fatal blows were struck
This time ordinary life passed into an unnecessary death
A broken body
A faithfulness intact
And his true love
Remained as fervent in death; as in life
And that could never be wounded
It shined through his lifeless eyes
It could never be hurt
By all the senseless violence around it
And the blood spilled for nothing
Hate could never conquer it
Even though this earthly being has died
His love is eternal