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. . . Vengeance Paid on Evil Princess

Updated on December 6, 2016
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

Dreary, seeking eyes see her long, thin flowing gown of silver pain
Shocking the nether spirits, stopping the sun and cursing the rain.
What a princess you would have been
Born to nothing, lived as spirit never seeing their knees bend.

Your crown was stolen rocks from Zeus' chosen stocks
While your dainty hands were sharp as a cobra's mock.
Weaving your flimsy, web-like ruler's life so dark
Shedding our brother's blood spewing out their larks.

 Princess evil wide eyes
Princess evil wide eyes | Source

Yet you remained so childlike, so gentle and such a vision
Trusty in battle, cattle were bowing, and I loved you without reason.
I was unseen, never, never seen my anger now kindled
Watching you whore at night while my heart of wood so dwindled.

Butterflies spoke to your infant soul so sweet
When words you knew and your heart was true.
Little eyes, little feet grew majesty's princess shine
Glowing with dragonfly, watching midnight winking, slowly sipping his wine.

Evil masked as sainted smile
Evil masked as sainted smile | Source

Thief, beast and female devil the names they slung
No fear, not here, you held your throne from words of dung.
The people soon knew as the worms in dreary eve's dim dew
That your faces were paper, pity tapered, stone hard carved new.

You were not born true and the king and queen faded through
Doors of ivy serpents so still while you danced with hemlock on Reaper's Hill.
But there stood I, watching now as you die having lived pink lies
Mocking poor beggars and mimicking their mournful cries.

Princess lips and eyes were so deceiving
Princess lips and eyes were so deceiving | Source

As your meager coffin rests on dusty satin and silk
A few, a begrudged few, walk quickly, crawling in poison milk.
Ivy leaves snigger lowly giggle of joy
No more prim princess and no more stealing the toys.

I lived as I swore to you that I would and you laughed of Jezebel pitch
I can't take your life, you are my strife, a bolt from Hades a forgotten witch.
With hair once blond and eyes that lured
You caused sick ailments that no wizard, no physician ever cured.

Yama and Savitri by Nandlal Bose 1913
Yama and Savitri by Nandlal Bose 1913 | Source

Stir harshly into the apothecary's dish while praying your wish
One sift later, one dust on tongue now choking on Reaper's swish.
Blood let yours, not mine, not his, but cheaply your blood runs thin
Cheap be the pyre, I be no more your dire, now I go to where I've been.

I sit corpse-like still listening to your shivering footsteps set
Sweat freezes as I breathe--I'm out to live by whatever I get.
I smell your scent of feminine ghost so sweet
Oh, mighty God, see me and her I beg you to not let me meet.

I am dead, Lord Majesty of Creation. No more sickness can she send
I bow to you under this canopy of beggars with only broken words you can mend.
She skims like spirit un-caged in silken, alluring gown
Smiling to her wicked self, singing evil songs and always reaching down.

Watching as liquid death lovingly consumed her evil majesty
Watching as liquid death lovingly consumed her evil majesty | Source

Are you not her judge as you are mine?
Why don't your hand of vengeance rip out her heart of twine?
Let me see her slowly breathing her last stolen breath
Permit me not to give a rose or words of good at her needy death.

She slowly vanishes from spirit into segments of time
Slipping past awaiting hands hidden through books and rhyme.
Past me she is sifted like sand on a rich man's field.
Feeding the snails, snakes, and quails nature will yield.

But I . . .
But I am . . .

Waving a blurred farewell obscuring coldest of Hell's
I stop of no loving memory of you in their bells.
Looking down in humble gratitude and thanks
I lie resting now on eternal stillness banks.

Her wicked eyes lured lovers like a hungry spider
Her wicked eyes lured lovers like a hungry spider | Source

© 2016 Kenneth Avery

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      DreamerMeg 4 months ago from Northern Ireland

      That's a very interesting poem. It seems to me that it describes a love that is almost an addiction and that her death is thought of as ridding the narrator of this addiction, but I suspect that may not necessarily be so!

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      Sakina Nasir 4 months ago from Kuwait

      Very interesting poem Kenneth... I agree with DreamerMeg here...that's what I felt too...

      Brilliant use of adjectives and your writing is exceptional. Love it! ☺ God bless you! Waiting for more...

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      Ashley Cogdill 4 months ago from Indiana/Chicagoland

      Epic.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      An awesome and most creative poem. A love that is an obsession I believe.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      DreamerMeg,

      Thank you sincerely for your deep comment on this hub. In my now almost five years on HP, and doing various hubs of various topics, but this comment of yours is the first of its type for me. I am so honored.

      You read my words with complete discernment. If I had a bundle of cash for a prize, I would give it to you.

      Thanks again.

      Merry CHRISTmas and Write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest Sakina,

      Thank you so much for your sweet (and deep) comment.

      So if the narrator was rid of his addictive love, read the last

      stanza and tell me where he landed at life's end?

      No. This is not an illusion or trick.

      Just abstract/prose poetry.

      Glad that you liked it.

      Merry CHRISTmas to you and yours.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello, Alexis,

      Epic? Wow! I am humbled by your sweet words. I am serious.

      I put my all into these offerings as I do in my other hubs although this type of hub presents its own type of challenge.

      Merry CHRISTmas to you and yours and write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee,

      You are all sharp-minded followers. You all must possess the

      gift of discernment of spirits. Obsession is very close. Possibly correct.

      I do not want my abstract/prose poems to ever be considered boring.

      Merry CHRISTmas to you and yours and keep in touch.

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