The Baroness
The Baroness watches quietly;
She doesn’t have time for this, she thinks impatiently.
Thinking only of her need;
Her need to get to her long-lost sister’s wedding.
The Baroness waits a few more moments;
They feel like a fortnight.
Finally, she just directs her carriage;
She drives right through the entire procession.
An hour later she is close to the drawbridge of her sister’s castle;
Thunder strikes with a roar.
The rain pours down in sheets.
The Baroness, scared, watches as golden lightning touches the ground directly in front of her.
The Baroness screams for her driver to pull into some nearby shelter.
Soon, the driver pulls into a small cave dug into the hillside,
The weather tormenting them all the while.
The Baroness stumbles out,
The driver warning her to be careful.
She stumbles against the inside rock wall of the cave,
Seeing lightning flash in front of her.
The Baroness looks above,
Seeing rocks on the verge of crumbling and screams;
It was the last thing she sees for many years.
Years later, the Baroness clutches at the dirt;
She finally succeeds in pulling herself out of the pile of jagged rocks.
The Baroness found her driver;
He looks at her in horror and shrieks.
The Baroness’ eyes had been cut out by the eyes,
Leaving large red scratches in their place.
The two lovers kissed each other painfully, passionately.
Then they walked to the nearest road.
Months later, they found the Baroness’ sisters castle;
It was in ruins.
The Baroness whispered,” I made it,” and abruptly crumpled to the ground in a pile of ashes.
