Deaths Apprentice: A woman of power tortured by those who built her.
Name: Elizabeth Gray
Age: Forty nine years, Five months, six days.
Cause of Death: Stroke
It was upon a still Summer night clear,
When they took me from those I held dear.
They called me a devil's whore.
In me it was true and tainted evil they saw.
Before I burned and died in the pyre,
I cursed the treasonous masses from my fire.
They robbed me of my hope, honour and life.
I wish them nothing but rich and royal strife.
The demons will have only tainted blood to drink,
All of them will live forever in their rancid stink.
Doom will slay the people's sanity with their wings,
All you small simple people and wicked beings.
With my dear, doomed, dying breath I bespake
To curse all who for amusement, tied me to this stake.
The ravenous whites of your eyes shall fog and fail,
Your fearful desperate cries, terrified tears and wails.
Shall sweetly sing forever to mine own tomb,
And a dead, dried, brittle husk shall be your womb.
By the bitter blood I shed upon this very night,
I solemnly swear you will exist in heaven's blight.
I tell you all when my cruel curse is done,
Their horrified silence and fearful fright was won.
WICKED WITCH BURNERS FEEL SHAME!
You may have in modern times changed your name
And say we are nought but the media or press
Say you are the voice of the people, no more or less
But your wicked printed words burned me still,
On the day of death's judgement, you will pay your bill.
I did curse you and all your kindred gossiping kind,
You burned, scorned and hated me because I shined.
For I was nothing more that the petal of talent's flower,
I was a political force, a politician, a former media darling,
Like a rabid dog the press came for me frothing and snarling.
The media always crush and burn A WOMAN of POWER!
I understand the inherent risk of being a woman of power and how there are always those who must crush the poppy that stands above the others. It is sad that small people feel bigger when they bring others down.
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Death's Apprentice.
PoetryMeet the Apprentice of Death if you dare! If you are brave enough you can even peek into their files and find out about some of the clients.
