Divine Executioner

Garbed
wimple
penguin robe
head bowed in devote summation
eyes aglitter
rot within
I love this game I play.
I am tired.
tired of the sexism
Tired of the lies.
Tired of the pain.
Tired of it all.
This time
this era
it is one of the harshest I have seen
which morality’s lack
men slack
wrack and ruin at hand.
Desolate
a future no one wants to see
branded upon my mind
my heart
cutting my tongue from my lips
spout not the truth
speak not the validity of time.
Saintly
I am not
moving with delicate grace
gliding behind
dagger in hand
plunging through his back.
Slip away
quiet as a cat
demon’s will done
I have won
once again.

©Nov. 2/19
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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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Justice in Darkness

Waiting
full moon lays waste to plans.
Waiting
clouds to scuttle vision of those who pay.
Waiting
shadows become my lover
wrapping me tight
shielding me from those who look
holding their breath
fear turning to delight.
Hush now
steady whisper of the wind.
Hush now
leaves rustle with each passing step.
Hush now
tinkle of shedding water
tilt of head
eyes glisten
I cannot be seen
I cannot be found
I am the Devil’s Huntress
the deviant hound.
Judge.
I listen with my eyes
see with my ears.
Jury.
I see the pain.
I hear the lies.
I pass my judgement
not in vain.
Executioner.
Flee before me.
I shall run you to ground
slay you
betray you
as you did the little ones.
I will not jeopardize
this plot of annihilation
for evil must be made to pay.
I will stalk you.
I will dance with you.
I will toy with you
before you are bled.

©Sept. 24/119
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Sovereign Executioner

Abused
misused
power corrupts even the innocent. 
Have you seen?
Have you heard?
Bells tolling in the darkness
calling forth a new time.
Fire born of excess
cleansing the earth
scouring it
ridding it of rats
of snakes
all the bad kind.
Stand upon the hill so high
look down upon the masses
stalwart
knowing what needs to be done
yet
that choice is hard to make
bending knee
standing for truth
men have tried to incinerate you
for less.
Roped
hung
swinging in the wind
gasp for air
claw at the noose
figuratively placed there
to keep you bound.
Witch
slattern
harlot 
all do scream
we will take you to the ground
you will be ours to burn.
I finally concur
you were right to be worried
visions do come true
which is why I remain
hidden in the shadows
taking them out
one by one
for my Queen.
©Sept. 22/19
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The One

Silken wrap
touching bare skin
lean forward
check light pink shade
dazzling eyes
subtle scent.
Smoky sandalwood 
undertones of lavender
calming
steady the hand
the nerves.
Gliding down the staircase
cushioned on air
feet never touching the ground
it looks that way from here.
Tiara blazing
diamonds glare
bow your head
glittering smile
curtsy without fall
you can see the heat rise
tangible to the touch.
Glide around the room
flute of champagne in hand
smile
seductive
hooded eyes
intel is taken.
Seductive spy
sensual in play
used as a barbie doll
armed with a weapon
so deadly.
Stand over the body
gun out
silenced the traitor
silent tear slips down painted cheek.
Sweet
silly
he could have been the one
if only
he had stilled his tongue.
©Sept. 15/19
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Wayward Daughter

Turn of the wheel…..
where will it land?
smirking as I play with my knife.
what deed will I have to do
to finally buy my freedom?
Captured
silly child that I was
with easy candy fall
taken in darkness
molded
sculpted
into a deadly arrow.
Kings
Queens
Rulers of all type
have hired my price
in full.
Reputation I have
of a moving shadow
hindered not with emotions
in
out
damage is done
I have never been found.
Wicked girl
you have too much fun
on the killing fields.
Due to that
your release…..
delayed at this time.’
©Sept. 3/19
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New World

Thought yourself safe you did
hiding in the forest
hiding in the desert
running from me
running to them
reaching for the ends of the earth
hoping I would never find you.
Left behind a trail of woes
of heartache
of betrayal
of disrepair
women
children
men
none are safe from the greed of your game
none are safe from the immorality you parade
redesigning the world
in your own grandiose narcassism
cutting off your nose
to spite your face.
Crawl on your belly 
snake that you are
hoping the grass will cover.
Cower
beg
on your knees
time has come to pay.
You thought you were agile
your thoughts
your words
playing games
mumbling one way
gunning the other
bring the pack together
desiring to do your dirty deeds.
When you don a god like aspect
you shall tumble and fall
destroyed by your own idiocy
your own vileness
making it easier to find.
Sighted down the barrel
taken in silence
standing over
watching the light fade from your eyes.
Walked away
left you there in the streets
a warning to others
narcissistic
psychotic
all will fail
all will fall
there is no place for you
or them
in this new world order.
©July 26/19
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