The Unforgivable

Another of my favorite poems. This one is about a woman scorned, inspired by some movie I can't remember now.

The moon rose on the warm summer night
Turning the raven-colored sky to crimson.
I thought of my happiness and its sudden flight
Away from me because of what I had done.
As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t seem
To wash off the blood that stained my hands.
I sank down against the wall in a golden moonbeam
As a crystal tear fell for this mortality of man’s.
I closed my eyes and all I could see was his face;
That last expression begging for mercy.
As I neared him I heard his heart quicken pace.
I moved closer. He tried to whisper softly
But no sound came out. He fell to the ground
Begging for his life. He reached out to me
And took my hand, still struggling to make a sound.
He pleaded with those pale blue eyes that failed to see
How much I hurt inside. I stared into those beautiful eyes
For what would be the last time. I refused to be
A part of him. He controlled me with his endless lies.
He blinded me and shut the world off from me.
He can’t control me anymore. My hand shook
As I rose the knife. I brought it down into
Those once-captivating eyes. He would not hook
Another into his world of lies. I shall make him rue
The day he stole my soul and my life along with it.
Before I left, on his heart I dropped a single red rose.
I wanted to make sure he would never forget
What happened here and the path that he chose. 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Everyone who has a brain knows you don't mess with a woman scorned, they are not very nice when this happens. Nice write.

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

wow... speechless

[Angel Baby]

A woman scorned is never a good thing as revenge is usually the first thing on her mind. Enjoyed your write and I thank you for sharing it. PW