by Lynne Parkin

I am light, I am dark,
I am love, I am hate,
I reduce my men to tears
Then skinless bones.
They deserve the futile banter
And the hung drawn and quarter;
Time of dread and loathing
I am sane.
In the midst, there is a man
One who started my journey
Which became alien and barren
For one so young.
I return his sickly smile
With one that reeks of hatred
He is blind to his future
It’s lost today.
I reply with forceful venom
From the fangs of a poisoned asp
Which travels very quickly
There’s no return.
I savour each writhing moment
As a predator does its prey
With my surge of sheer elation
You are gone.

© Lynne Parkin, 2017

 

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