Poetry

Peirced

This evening had an especially bitter chill.
As the putrid odor of excrament and garbage fill the atmosphere.
I walked amongst a spiteful wind that is nill.
All just to get to something that is supposedly lear.

I heard a raspy wheezing breath from an alleyway.
So I walk towards it not expecting what I would almost miss.
A petite and frail tattered girl holding an exquisite bouquet.
A bouquet of fire and ice roses the thorns piercing the epidermis.

This girl was too pulchritudinous to be homeless or even destitute.
I got a closer look and saw that the she had scratches from thorns.
The girl whined and covered the roses in fear I may take her loot.
I comforted the girl saying I wouldn't take from the Blackthorns.

I ushered the girl to my residence with awaiting hot chocolate.
The girl told me her name and how she became without a place.
It began with her meeting a man that turned out as a degenerate.
Who only cared about money and giving the public a kind face.

Rune didn't want Erik to find out so she did a ruse of cluelessness.
But Erik soon found out and went along with her conniving ploy.
One quiet night Rune received fire and ice roses and a silk dress.
Erik kicked her out saying he was no longer her little play toy.