My Lady of Myth

Merry Met Lady
Whence from came you?
Who the hell are you talking to?
Are you a fool?
Can you not ascertain my privilege
My right…..
To rob
All that I can see
For none dare stop me.
I build monasteries
To see them fall.
I carve nunneries
To house the women of the night.
I have founded countries.
I have destroyed others
Leaving not even a dust mote
No one knows the terror I wrought.
I stalk the nights.
I blend during the daylight.
None know of me
Other than as a nightmare
A myth spoken of under cover of bed
A tale of terror
Used to frighten children
When really
It should be you
Who fears me.
©Nov. 10/22
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

One thought on “My Lady of Myth”

  1. fear both rejection and detection
    the elect select
    only once a good fine first impression
    tho you i know not
    shot to hell
    do tell
    bare skin
    flesh ta fantasy
    do not forget
    i comma comma ta ye

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