The Avenging of a Woman Scorned

As tears are falling frantic from her big distressed eyes

She shakes her head hard desperate to deny

The whirling madness which was burning inside.

As rain falls in torrents on the panes of windows

The thunder a brazen siren sounding below

Lightning revealing she is ready to blow.

She transforms into a soldier of seething rage

Fire transformed her heart to a steel badge

Ready to attack, breaking her captive cage

No longer abiding the laws of submission

Boldness waking her malevolent mission

Frenetic for his death giving her permission

She advanced through the shadows of night

With stealth and speed producing her only light

To the back of the closet she armed her plight

Music of nails wailed as she opened the box

Unleashing vile bile into her harrowing thoughts

Set to avenge the abominable wrong of his cock

Resolved she held within her steadfast hand

The cool metal loaded to fulfill her demand

She placed her finger in the hole of reprimand

Stout she stepped to stand at the foot of the bed

Hands encircling the handle she pointed at his head

With a new sense of serenity she filled him with lead

An army of lights flashed alternating white and red

Late at night with nine bullet holes he was found dead

While the woman with wings in the shadows had fled.

(I wrote this long, long ago for fun;)

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