Word of the Day Challenge #64-Untitled Poem

I bow before you
a masquerade
kingly in all your touches.
You…..
you called for me
beseeched the night skies
hoping for
needing to
herald a new beginning.
I am death
slithering
snaking
striding through the halls
the darkness
smoke in the mirrors.
My face never seen.
My presence
the stirring of small hairs
on the back of your neck.
You beckoned
wanted to know the truth
beat your chest
bare your heart
someone…..
someone must pay.
Would that it were that simple
my lord
to find the culprit
to make them pay
it will not bring back the victims
you must let them lay.
Your initial wrath
simmers to rage
becomes slow sorrow
as reality is shown to you.
Some lies need must play
some truths need must be hidden.
Blades secreted
payment in blood
time will come
when your revenge is done.

©Sept. 28/19
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