Dreaded Huntress

Stalking through the night
bringer of death
of justice
of revenge.
Hounds upon a leash
baying
blood thirsting hunger
never abates
never slaked.
Above each man
each woman
each child
sealed with a kiss
death
life
torture…….
the last tends to be a favorite.
Villains ride upon white hats
under watchful eyes
mask made real
huntress
dead huntress
of the night
looking for a heart to eat.
Shameless
delves into the fantasies
revealed illusion
draws them in near.
Within those last few moments
as death hangs in the air
reality sets in
facades are dropped
seen is the deception
demi-god of death.
My mistress
she rides upon the mares of night
her justice harsh to see
and yet
I have no qualms
with marking foul humans for death
they deserve their doom.

©Oct. 8/19
Picture via Pinterest

Gilded Cage

Broken and bruised
tattered and torn
eyes haunted with stories untold.
Drifting
uncertain where to turn
until you are washed up
upon the shores of time.
I heard the screams again last night
the brutal rage
it throbbed and rang
filling the air
until I could take no more.
You allow this.
I do not understand
why can you not break free?
What keeps you within the gilded cage
when he beats you
and rapes you
making you less than….
I told you that this was the last time
I would stand by no more
and so I did
shattering him to the core.
I sit in the car
red light bleeding over my face
and though I know I shall burn;
the relief
the smile
that I saw upon your face
will make me happy forever more.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen