Of Flowers and Serpents - Version 2

I double over. trying to catch the breath that was forcefully taken from me. Arms tightening around my waist, trapping me in an iron grip. I feel the scream rising in my throat, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, and the blood rushing in my ears. I must escape. My attempts at struggling, kicking, screaming, and biting are all to no avail.

I feel another pair of arms bind my legs, stopping my futile attempt of gaining freedom. I refuse to give up, I refuse to give in, I refuse to let them win. Running out of energy is the last thing I need. A hand clamps down on my mouth, stopping the once endless scream, turning it silent. my eyes dart around the room wildly, searching for freedom. My eyes land on a ma, chanting. An exorcist. My eyes screw shut, face turns red, sweat pours from my forehead, body writhing with  a viciousness one would associate with battle.

My captors' grips become more loose, mistaking my rage as effects of the attempted dispossession. How can you exercise something that isn't possessed? Stupid guards. I take the only opening available and leap onto the exorcist, barely registering the looks of shock and horror on the guards' faces... wait, guards? When did they get there? No matter, I will deal with them later. I look the innocent flower, I am the serpent under it, striking those that disturb my rest. I will not be held accountable for the exorcist's stupidity. He shouldn't have involved himself in matters of the country's rulers.

I see the look of surprise on his face for a brief second before my hands latch onto his throat, turning my knuckles white and his face various shades of red and blue. I let the dark satisfaction leak into my gaze, a smug smirk riding my lips at the prospect of victory, then nothing but a wet warmth covering my breast. Looking down, I see a dagger protruding from my chest, blood pouring from the wound to stain my nightgown crimson. Numbness attacks my body at alarming rates, then nothing as I am left behind, mute, deaf, and without breath. I looked the innocent flower, the petals wilted and fell while my serpent slumbered under it.

I have no mind,

I have no eyes,

I have no mouth to be unkind.

I have no ears to hear such pain,

Just a soul,

black with satin.

Suddenly I can see a room filled with hags,

Hear them as they screech and brag.

I have a mind filled with thoughts,

And a mouth that I can use to talk.

In a jar is where I am,

For it is where I am condemned.

In a room with all these witches,

My mind fills with long lost pictures.

I see a girl cold and alone,

Without someone to take her home.

The isolation caused her so much grief,

Albeit it was only brief.

Three angels all clad in white,

Make a deal and set things right.

No longer is she alone and poor,

She has a husband to adore.

Her life is pure bliss

As she leans in for one more kiss,

Until he is called,

To fight the traitor of Cawdor.

A note is left upon her bed,

One that pales even the dead.

She will be royalty if the note is trusted,

The words that leave her cold and flustered.

She must kill her husband when he is king,

Leave her broken heart in a sling.

The debt must be paid,

By her husband's blood upon his blade.

There she sits numb and in pain,

The job will be done but with great disdain.

However she failed this simple task

And spends her days trapped in a flask,

Used to make the old ones young,

In a potion she will be flung.

Don't trust the three white angels for they lie

Give you your heart's desire but someone must die.

The white angels from heaven they fell,

But not far enough into the pit of hell.

I will see these angels burned alive

For they must pay for their heinous crimes.

With that as my decree I finally weep

As those unsuspecting angels fall asleep.