Revenge is sweet so I've been told,
Satisfying and best served cold,
and so I set about the task
To catch him out and then unmask
His trickery, his evil deed,
His false lies, his demon greed,
No more his pain can make me cry.
The sweetness lay within the pie,
the bittersweet taste of his
sin,
the pod of toxic leaves within,
disguised by mellow fruits so sweet,
not seen, how soon his death would
meet.
At first he would hallucinate,
then he'll wish his words he ate.
Regret will come all too late
as he prepares to meet his fate.
(First
Published in a Hightown Writers Anthology A Book of Delights 2016) |
1 comment:
Kay, this poem reeks of revenge. So well expressed
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