Gravity could have only sworn the feathers of lovebirds were loyalty-interwoven,
Until betrayal gifts of loosened cords and feathers of wings were unearthed deep in the heart of a nest craft she built for him;
Dismantled was his soul and spirit a termination of hope; of love and affair;
A resurrection of despair and reformed cruelty.
Spiteful and vengeful; descending from infinity was a stampede of a voice reborn and a soul shattered, echoing the forthcomings of the storms:
"Oh, love, redeem me. What a lovely gift this is, I shall find a way to repay you!"
For love some shall avenge!