Looks can always be so very dangerously deceiving
Playing tricks with the images our eyes are receiving
I once knew a lady, seemingly so quiet and unassuming
No tell tale signs shown of the menace closely looming
She climbed within herself for her own preservation
Spent childhood as a victim of ridicule and predation
Now a young woman her escape can be found in books
Living inside stories, blind to strangers spiteful looks
Obsession with the written word became her new elation
A book found by chance one day became her true salvation
A tome of times gone by, and the southern most traditions
Leather bound and heavily laden with fact cloaked as fiction
A thick and tattered volume replete with ceremonial ritual
Told her of a remedy from misery’s grasp, dark and spiritual
To find another pass time, and become a collector of a kind
Crafting miniature likenesses of her tormentors left behind
Crudely made dolls of people who have long gone away
The ones who left their marks, her pain was here to stay
She’s been hard at work, has amassed quite a collection
One for each antagonist, following books direction
One for every wicked child that taunted her at school
Because we all know that children can be so very cruel
Another for the man in her youth, one that she called “DAD”
For all the secrets he made her keep, just so sick and bad
More for the others who made her frightened and afraid
And the rest that just looked away leaving her betrayed
The time has come, the book foretold, to finally be avenged
Finding creative ways to take her “pound of flesh” revenge
Gathering up some needles, pots and pans, candles and the like
She comes frenzied with torturous plans of retaliation’s strike
Needles in dolls of the children, their words were sharp as pins
Candles burn the ignorant, she looks away, they burn for their sins
She has dealt with each and every one, her tyrants of times past
All but one remaining, she purposefully saved the worst for last
Forgive me “Father” for I have sinned as down comes a rusty blade
To he who gave her life, life in living hell, a debt must now be paid
The doll it cuts so easily, and the sharp blades sever through
Pins slide right into the eyes as his daughter’s pleasure grew
The puppet seemed to scream in pain when doused in boiling oil
She has one last thing in store for him, with an evil grin she toils
Now grabbing makeshift father, at the feet she starts to pull
A frightening ripping, tearing sound, retribution plan comes full
The evil grin that crossed her lips as the doll was split in two
Far beyond mere words, Ancient evil scripture dubbed it Voodoo
Very haunting *shivers*
You have a way with words. Dark and decadent.. just the way I like them. 😉
Thank you. Some times I have no idea where the words or ideas come from, but as long as they keep showing up, who am I to question it right?
Oooo this is extremely dark and epic as poems go, you have a captivating voice which just lures in your readers, very eloquent and delicate, yet vividly alarming (if that makes any sense lol). Great piece.
(Not sure of you saw my reply to your question on collaborating, but the answer is, yes, I’d love to, so let me know how you’d like to proceed.) 🙂
Thanks. I appreciate your kind words. And yes, that makes sense to me .lol.
I will be in touch via your email as soon as I get time regarding writing together. I am looking forward to it. Thanks again
You’re most welcome, and I’m looking forward it, there’s no rush (as you know), give me a shout when you’re ready. ✨
I really enjoyed reading this, thank you!
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Feel free to drop in any time to look around at my work.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it
A dark and powerful tale within these lines…well done IMHO.
Thank you. Glad you like it.
This is awesome and totally captivating.
Thank you. glad you liked it.
Oh my my … this was hauntingly good … real and sad … these things really happen in life, I can’t ever wrap my head around why people do things to others that are damaging and bad.
This is a story, a truth, of fiction … or is it? Somewhere this may be real … that’s the real haunting part of it!!
Great job J!!
Excellently written my dear friend!!
Oh my my … this is hauntingly good … real and sad … I can’t ever wrap my head around why people do things to others that are painful, mean and bad ..?
This is great writing, a story of truth, of fiction .. or is it? These things can be real, to someone, somewhere … that’s where the haunting part comes into play …
You’ve written this very well my friend … you have such a talent!!
Thank you J. It means so much to me that you enjoy my work. I hope today finds your soul shining bright. I am glad you dropped in. I have been trying to reach you. Hopefully my email issues are a thing of the past and you got the last one. I still owe you a little explanation on why I chase the sun that I promised you. That will be coming soon. Looking forward to seeing what the next stanza will bring as well. Have a tremendous day my friend.
Oh my yes … I need to write on our piece! This is by far my most time consuming duet .. thank you kindly for your patience 🙂
Hope all is well and I hope to hear from you soon my friend. Hope your Soulshine is working overtime. Take care and talk to ya soon
So much depth. Excellent writing.
Thank you. Such a compliment.
You’re very welcome.
Dark and deliciously written!
Thank you so much.
Holy cow great story.
Thanks Hasty. It was a fun write. I appreciate your comments always.
Quite a story! I’m in awe. You. Are. An. Amazingly. Gifted. Poet.
Thank you so much for such amazingly kind praise. This was a fun story to tell in rhyme. Glad it came across as intended.
It was fun in a creepy kinda way!