Little Lottie

Little Lottie

A Poem by Britteny

It's toxic this I know

Where did my father go?

Little Lottie you did lie!

You said the angel was an allie

Do you wish to cause me sorrow?

Grivious death till morrow

He is but an angel of hate!

And of him all I can do is wait

For to take action is to kill

Me or ones I love against my will

He makes me sing

His ghostly voice does ring

In the very foggy air

Oh it's not fair!

Why do I have to be the chosen one?

For when his will is done

Still will stand this Earth

Evil crowns it's birth

I imagine I'm wrapped in his arms

Unhumanly cold in so much harm

His embrace not in love but in lust

My heart he does pleasurably bust

Forcing my affections towards him

And that face that smile so grim

He would think of all that he can do

Some violate others make me cry too

Oh he could be normal I know he could

But it's a matter of would

A suitor is supposed to charm

Sweep you off your feet and into his arms

All he can do is take

Is his personality fake?

If dear Lottie he would show

His real face personality like so

Maybe I could accept to learn

What makes this man's fire burn

No longer lust but a savoury love

Other men he'd be above

But dear Lottie it's but a dream

Things are exactly as they seem

The angel the Phantom's entirely mean

If things are not the way he deams

He is a tyrant a heartless bully man!

I hope he hears me I hope he can!

I will never love him never will

Just sing and fit his bill

So my companions stay alive

In his darkness I will try and thrive

But when the moment's right

I will betray the angel of the night!

© 2008 Britteny


Author's Note

Britteny
Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!

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Britteny
Britteny

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