The Kings wrathA Poem by Jason
Daggers and defeat looms ‘neath my dwelling,
The damsel once stood my bride, pure and fair;
But now she must consort with death instead;
Lying in her filth at the bellows of the lair,
She screams as the pendulum does swing;
And sings its rhythmic shrill, closing still-
Blood drips off the edge of the blade,
As she forbade the truth, hiding her youth,
“Certainly!” He does announce aloud,
As he smirks and as he gazes and holds proud,
“The harlot leaves nothing left for shame!”
and she silences, and surrenders to the game,
“She is the exemplar of all life that is knavish-
Does she have any final declarations that we may hash?”
(As the blade now a double swing from slashing)
"I bare not only your child, but the truth that I am also your child."
And this truth, did not set him free.
© 2008 JasonFeatured Review
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