The Three SistersA Poem by SergeiA poem written from the perspective of a psychopath obsessed with a woman in a relationship. The reader delves into the psyche of the narrator whose mind transitions to a state of complete insanity.There
exists three sisters And
to know them is an art For
they are human nature manifest And
exist in the recesses of my arctic heart.
Anger, I
feel her when his hand entraps yours His
skin on your beautiful canvas Making
a mockery of the art of that which we could be To
drink from the fountain of youth To
live forever admiring your visage O
what a beautiful living death that would be
Jealousy, Her
fragrance is smelt, her sweetness tasted, whenever
you grace my path with
that accursed shadow at your arm He
knows not the bounty he carries the
precious ambrosia that he drinks in every night in
your embrace. If
you were but mine, would
you experience the wonders of the gods To
be to me as nectar was to Olympus as
Isis was to Osiris A
goddess among mortals " a
sun among comets " Yet
your light is dimmed and
I would have it magnified!
Hate, rears
her beautiful head " the
last of the three - when
you cast the daggers of all daggers at me: A
glance and nothing more, through
a portal, a door, and
in closing, echoes
its horrid sound forevermore. Then
hate sings her siren song and
I follow her to the dark beyond where
in a chamber us two doth speak Of
nothing nice, of evil deeds.
A
flash in the dark, a glint of steel A
chill down my spine I do feel. Hate
whispers, and the shadows urge to
bring upon you an unutterable purge: Cleanse
your life of the darkness that is him so
that you and I in the fountain of love may swim.
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