RACHEL'S REVENGE

 

I

 

“Tis’ well”, she mocks with words of bitter scorn

“For avenged I shall rightfully be…

Oh ye’ shall wail in woes of endless tears

And the taste- will be so sweet”, said she

“No my angst shall not be in vain

For one day… I’ll feed upon your pain”

 

Now when he pricks her ruby heart…

Her wounded soul no longer bleeds

She waits like a spider to give her bite so fatal

He bids her message to his waiting lair

Her deadly web she cunningly weaves like a cradle

 

The night was bleak, storm clouds black

Strange images filled the cold, misty air

Lightning flashed or’e ground and sky

Echoing howls of raged despair

 

As she approaches his open gate

Her angry, bitter gloom extends thicker, deeper

He has no idea of his dreadful fate

Knows not he, of the danger lurking there

 

When she entered his darkened room

The hearth inviting in his snare…

A sulphurous fire was hotly burning

Ere’ he know not of his waiting fare

 

Her shadowy figure encircled his laying form

As utter terror rose in his gaze

But the fire in his lady’s eyes

Was hotter than the hearth’s warm blaze

 

Suddenly- all was silent in his room

His body lay cold - and oh so very dead

His fleeting soul left with a morbid gloom

 

 

The blood slowly creeped from out his eyes

Her lover…now erased

Then she coldly lay his straight razor at his side

She’d be the last memory on his face 

“Tis’ well” she slyly mocked…

“I warned…

for avenged I shall be”, said she 

Then into the night she walked

II

 

Rachel whispered her words…

“If it was your twisted intention

To give inspiration thru’ deception

My darling it worked its spell

Go forth now…and weep thy doom

You'll never put another women thru' your hell"

III

 

She pens now from the blackest corner of her soul

Captured…

Inside her dungeon walls

Where darkness falls like brimstone

With no regrets to whom it may burn

Hot and heavy with torment and woe

 IV 

If... or when she finds her place

In your Cimmerian sky

Wrath shall rain down upon you if you lie…

 Scorching you ten fold and over

Then like her beloved…

You may just die

 

V

 

Rachel Rising...

 

 

Rachel awoke...

Sweat dripping of her brow

Her brain on fire

As she lay dreaming in her bed

Cradled by her vindictive nightmares

Oh how corrupt were they

For a lover she  soon planned to slay

 

 

The end

  

                 

c/r & written by anne p murray/2012

Author's Note

My humble attempt of a bit of Poe and Percy