A Premonition That Almost Came True

They both bumped into each other with premeditated fists to blow.
Words exchanged and jibes hurled at how each of them were as black at heart as a crow.

Anger transcended its dignity and jibes turned into insults.
Both failed to see what this scuffle produced as results.

He wondered, how hard it is to sleep next to each other, on a fine night, pretending nothing ever happened.
He thought he thought aloud but his loudness didn't overpower her wordy weapons being sharpened.

He pulled out his ultimate weapon from the bayonet,
he said she'd have to repent if something happened to his heart.

Something did indeed happen the next morning.
Was she found mourning?