These bloody hands

I once danced with a creature I used to call love,
It was gentle and sweet, just like a dove.

Then it moved quicker, and quicker, till I could not keep going,
Then I saw love begin to have a monstrous showing.

There were creatures and demons from left to right,
So much death, and destruction it indeed caused a fright.

Who was I to question her motives, while I was under her thumb,
It was insane to most who saw, and only sane to some.

Who was I to challenge her, when she thought she won?
I did not submit, and I did not bow, so it is I who says we are done.

You were my only one, my gracious gift I thought,
Who would have known your soul was full of rot.

Disgust and shame is all I can feel,
Who could have known our love was not real?

I once danced with a creature called hate,
And now I know our love was not fate.