Disclaimer: all else but the poem is not owned.
The poem is about a drow female taking her revenge. I wrote it, strangely enough, during the time in school when we were reading 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' Weird. Definately one of my darker poems. Those of you who do, enjoy.
Vengence.
Watch me silent
In the shadows
Not so hidden
For ruby eyes glow
Fing my ice-kissed blade
As you wander, blind
Through the web I've made
You like of heart or mind
Can tell me what I feel;
Hateful eyes you see
Chasing you on your heels
Through your darkest dream
Hesitate you do
But there is no surprise
For you see the chill gleam
Echoing in my eyes.
You know why I have come
And what I intend to do
Has your hand gone numb
Clutching sword and shaking knife, too?
Creep I close
Crouching low
For I dointend
Todeal this blow
Swifter than a striking spider
Who has trapped her victim -
The runner, the futile hider -
That cup of hate flows past its rim
As I draw my crossbow
Moving so quick
Still crouching low
Near enough to feel the foor
The cold stone akin to something of mine
You move near the door
I know the Spider Queen's sign.
Your lips you lick-
Do you know I'm here?
A chill feeling fills you
I taste, I revel in your fear.
Your skin grey of hue
As the killer creeps near
Aim I for your black heart
Not so different than mine
Your blood I'll spill
And upon that feast I'll dine
I pull my trigger
In zooms by poisoned bolt
My dark lips curl
As you jerk and jolt
Twist around
I draw my blade
And leap forward
To watch your eyes fade
As my thirsty sword digs in
Spewing, spouting blood
I break your fall
Lean your corpse against the wall
Bound deep in death's dark bond
Farewell to the the startled cries;
I'm already gone.
Inform me what you think, thou O pale faeries . . .
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