Can you see the demon's scars etched fiercely deep, her charbroiled welts?
Ribboned cheek, flayed thin, raw, untidy patch; rotted rodent pelts?
Glaring eyed sockets, bleak starvation of supposed depraved
Cast aside for pride's deceit, by husband gawd, whom she once wived
Typical chauvanistic attitude, daily she'd been met
Always following his accustomed lead; devine minuet
Praised her as most beautiful, then jealousy's equivalent
Turned he aside, his betrayal; she chagrined; ambivalent
Twisted fairytale caricature, spurned queen's mad looking glass
Reflects back a mockery of design no one could surpass
So much for omnipotence, could he not see future regret?
He played cat's cradle with her strings; once favored marionette
Yet in grandiose theactrics, bold victim extraordinaire
"Bearer of Light" his old endearment, now cry he "Beast! Beware!"
She bereaved, anguished hoyden, rough tumbled pawn of mind control
His trappings of genteel glamour, viscous martyr lacking soul
Milleniums' captive, contrived treacherous whore depiction
Flaming heart's lost reverie; their savour of maudlin fiction
Even those who saw his wickedness, did not truly see her
Humans less than animals, mindless automatons; impure
Living in the moment, versus wanderer all things not now
Angel's torturous clipped wings, evidence of his false avow
Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, some called her Lilith or Lil
Arraigned recognizance, guilty till proven innocent; grill
Inhabitting inhibitted imagery; looming Hell's bars
Before you judge, pray tell me, Sir, can you seen the demon's scars?
Author notes
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I remember when I was a little girl, Mom always told us the thunder was the devil beating his wife, the rain was her crying. I have taken some liberty with this old wives' tale.
hoyden;
tomboy: a girl who behaves in a boyish manner
au·tom·a·ton;
(ô-t m -t n, -t n ). n. pl. au·tom·a·tons or au·tom·a·ta (-t ). 1. A self-operating machine or mechanism, especially a robot
I catagorized this 'Adult' because of the gory image I chose for the background.
A contest entry
- CAN U SEE THE DEMONS? by Swan song.
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Comments
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wow!!!!!
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wow...never though of thunder this way but im sure every time i hear iy now this image will come to mind
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The background is almost too painful to look at, but the poem is amazing, with wonderful words in generous descriptions! And such a story, the devil beating his wife, indeed! (I think thunder would have been even more frightening as a child had I heard that.) Well-done.
Lita
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Lita,
I don't ever remember being scared of thunder. I do remember at first being mad at the devil for beating her, then even madder at god for allowing it to happen. The liberty I took here is more that I am depicting the devil as a woman spurned by god almighty.
Thanks for the read and your thoughtful comment!
PEACE
Sheli
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truly impressive
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wow! way cool! THANKS ALOT!
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