A Beautiful RevengeA Poem by Zoya
A widow full of vanity,
Was the identity of Mrs.Cole. Who from her late husband, Inherited his fortune whole. Living in a huge bungalow, With servants at her feet. Oh what a narcissist she was, A total beauty freak! And once it so happened, Her make-up-kit vanished. Accused a servant of the crime, Whom she straightaway banished. Years passed the same way, She didn't change a bit. While the dismissed attendant, Plans of revenge he knit. Ready to take some action, To his family he bid goodbye. Set for the widow's house, An eye for an eye. He stood outside the bungalow, Under the moonless night. Placed a ladder against the wall, Fire of revenge did ignite. Climbed up quietly and prudently, With a knife tightly clutched. Joy bubbled inside him, As her room's window he touched. On seeing her former servant, Mrs.Cole gave a loud cry. Then shouted in a squeaky tone, "Oh my, oh my!" The predator inched closer, Flaunting the sharp knife. "Stop!" said the widow, The deceased Mr.Cole's wife. "Move forward another step?" She continued, "Don't you dare! Kill me only when, I'm done settling my hair." © 2018 ZoyaAuthor's Note
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