Vengeance

Vengeance

A Poem by Mirra

Soft chilly mists crawled
up the stairs,
Creaking, screeching is heard
Flitting from step to step
Fogs walked in as the door opened.
Burning eyes shed blood.
There, I saw him screwing another.
Flame raged in me,
Wailing cry filled the room.
It stopped - words echoed:

"Earth to earth -
You gored me with love,
You drained my strength,
And sent me above.

Ashes to ashes -
You annexed my heart,
Torn me to pieces,
Killed me with a dart.

Dust to dust -
Mine was true, yours was a lie
You smothered me with lust,
So must I!"

He flipped, he cried, he fell.
She was scared , she ran, she yelled.
I killed him, I chased and dismembered her.
They're dead but my vengeance will stay forever!

© 2014 Mirra


Author's Note

Mirra
I am not a fun of horror movies, I can't even watch one when I'm alone. I wanted to write something with suspense but didn't have the right inspiration and emotion in me so this is what I made. So not my best but I still tried :-) Leave a review ^_^! Thanks.

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This is fantastic! I love the flow and the rhythm you created, really makes reading this a breeze.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mirra

9 Years Ago

Thank you for the review Inda . . . yet again ^_^
So what did you do with the remains? Just curious. ;)

I thought it was good, because rage can be so powerful. It can turn you into someone you're not. So I really enjoyed it my dear! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mirra

9 Years Ago

Haven't thought about that. I imagine burying them somewhere, just the thought of it gives me gooseb.. read more
Mirra

9 Years Ago

Btw, thank you for the review :-)
Chris Micha

9 Years Ago

Just want you to tap into your creative imagination. It doesn't mean you're violent or anything lol... read more

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