So this one is a bit dark yet quite entertaining. Enjoy! Note: I do not promote murder nor revenge. The poem actually directs towards a twist and not just the obvious ending. Think about it!
A pretty girl
With emerald eyes
She glistens
In the sunrise
With petticoats
And a bright-coloured bow
Her eyes beam
In the sunlight
The blondes always have the most fun
She whispers to her friends
Brunettes always land the husbands
She whispers again
But you see red heads like me
We have the fire
That ignites any man’s desire
So she walks lustfully over to him
Licks ruby red lips
Flashes on a dazzling smile and winks
‘Hey stranger’ flows off her alluring lips
‘Care to dance with a vixen like this?’
He tips his hat in her direction
Acknowledges her with a smile
Rises from his seat
And takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor
They swoon and sigh
Dance to the music all night
Yet little did she know
The man she’s with
Is one who belongs to another
Another seated right across the room
Sitting in the dark corner
Eyes peered at them
As they move gracefully across the floor
Eyes seething with jealousy
Roaring with pain
Eyes of the hurt one
Eyes of the angry and enraged
The eyes never stopped penetrating
The mind attached to those eyes formulated
A plan to end this once and for all
A plan to destroy the deception for all
The eyes waited until the night was over
Waited until they made the journey through the door
Then the feet followed them across the room
And footsteps followed their every direction
‘How could you?’ yelled the lips
‘How could you do this to me?’
The eyes moved from one to the other
Then settled on her
The eyes saw the stark realization
Stumble back into her gleaming features
The eyes watched her intently
As she turned to him and slapped him
Then went on her way
‘I’m not done with you yet’ called the lips
To another figure departing in the other direction
As she turned to see the chosen weapon
The sound of the trigger went off
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Was all she heard
As her once dance partner inched back
Back into a deep slumber
‘That’s why you never mess with a raven’
The last sound off the lips
Until the figure disappeared into the moonlight
With stiletto heels and a wink at the fallen
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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