Alright readers, so every 14-15 chapters, there will be a guest poem! This time it's HalloPhoenix , who is a friend of mine. She's submitted a poem below, and I (and she) hope(s) you like it!
girl,
your pretty clothes are your skin, your shield against the outside world.
finery is a fine thing indeed- the furs, the smoothness, the intricacy.
your makeup is your lasso, to keep men in, entwining and enticing,
closer, closer,
your ring-clad, painted fingertips- drawing, beckoning
your red, red lips, the waiting blood of your enemies that shall be spilled,
you promise to yourself
you kiss them like you are drawing the life out of their souls, your red painted lips leaving their mark.
oh, but girl,
your stare,
your two whirlpools of ice and fire and wind,
your beautiful, deadly eyes
they are the dagger,
the sword,
the spear,
that shall drive through men's hearts
like a thunderclap in the darkened, ravaging sky
they will pin men to the floor, they will suck all the air from the room
till there is none left to breathe in.
ah, if looks could kill,
it would be you, girl,
that could do it.
after all, you break hearts for a living.
it's what you do.
and do what you must,
because no one can stop you.
girl,
the volcanoes bubble red hot fire,
the seas rage and churn,
the skies are dark and heavy with thunder,
because of
you.
girl,
you are a queen,
and you know it.
~
a bloodied slash
through history
goes the
queen,
now, so many years into the future, reduced
to just
a mere shadowy ghost in the hallway,
still ready to
pounce
with her
fine clothes,
perfect makeup,
red, red lips
and bright, cold unforgiving
stare.
yes, she is looking
at
you.
YOU ARE READING
Scene Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems about particular scenes in other books (or movies), all written by yours truly! It also includes guest poems, and some of my own works! Hope you enjoy! If you have a request, feel free to leave a comment! (I'm not sure whethe...
