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
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Your Fool

I feel the fool
as I sit here
tears seeping from my eyes
at the pain I feel
even though we are so far apart.
A part of my day
a love that I have
I told myself I was the one.
I thought
I do not know what I thought
I should have known
romance does not play out
I am the one
left sitting on the curb
wondering what went wrong.
I saw you accidentally
on a night you told me you were busy
I had gone out with some friends.
They tried to shield me
as they have before
but I saw you
I saw her in your arms
held tight
as you did with me last night.
Am I but a conquest?
Someone who you needed to control
to make your own
until satisfied
you rode on to the next one.
I told you
when you said I love you
I wanted none of that
I am too old
to play these teenage games.
I wish you farewell
for my heart is breaking in two
and if you stay near me
I will always be your fool.

©Sept. 30/19
Picture is one of my own taken Matlock Beach
2017

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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Fear not the Fool

Safe
you thought
scampering around the hallways
under cover of night.
Snick
snee
no lock is closed to thee
tumblers move of their own accord
doors swing open
on silent hinges.
Small children
horror filled
screams ripped from tongueless mouths
your laughter
insanity filled
rips through the chamber
inflicting as much pain
as your pills.
Deadened
benumbed
laying there
heads lolling
lost in a drug induced world
so they hurt no more.
You are dastardly.
You are more than mean.
You stole these children
their innocence
their laughter
targeting them for debasement
for purity
money changed hands
I have seen it all
while sitting on the floor.
Creature of habit
your steps are always the same
path worn into stones
with each night’s passing.
Lay upon the floor
drool oozing
pooling beneath your head
as I sit
cross legged watching your death.
Harlequin I am…..
purveyor of broken dreams
(yours that is)
huntress of midnight
(shadow your steps)
guardian of splintered childhoods
(fear me not
I am here to help you)
Take me into your home
see me as a jester
reality be
I am more than that.
I am…..
your nightmare
their beautiful Paladin.

©Sept. 27/19
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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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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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