Word of the Day Challenge #118-Untitled Dark Poem

Silly
questions
designed to illicit
not truth
half truths
what do you like
what do you hate
what do you do?
Gooey eyes
tilted head
lips twisted in grin
eyes 
never look away
become one
only
all I see 
desire
only one
for me.
Some girls
sew
knit
crotchet
paint
not this one
my tastes
run dark
deep
involving pain
justice
not for you
never for you.
Do you like them?
Different type
different style
all weighted to my hand
should I toss
even casually
still deadly
oh I am sorry
did I make you pee?
You should have done your homework
you should have heeded those signs
when you asked me 
what my hobbies were 
and I replied:
 
Death.
Dismemberment.
Revenge for the voiceless.
Pain.
Wave after wave.
Endless.
Now be a love
sit on the bench
while I close the chains.
 
 
©Oct. 14/20
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Dark Sisters Three

In keeping with the month of October the dark ladies of my mind are rising up. 
They call to me awake and asleep. 
Every time I sit down to write they come running bickering about who gets the call.
There are three for sure this poem can attest.
Where they are going?
Anyone’s guess.
 
Beveled glass
distorted view
old man
men
grey
look in
around table
dames do seat
axes
swords
crossbows
litter round table
maps
torn asunder
raucous laughter
shudder
tears at souls
cold
shredded
gummed vows
pluck 
plink
each tooth
a tortured mate.
Liveried 
genitals on display
rotted
destroyed
smirks
toll paid
sin laved
silver coin scattered
archbishop 
soon to deliver feast
upon knees
to wenches kind
saviours 
releasors
of slathered slaves
anointed 
jaundiced wine
made to drink
revenge
retribution
chuckle at this mate.
Warned.
No lie.
Curse told true:
Every time
woman
child
upon this land
harmed by thee
forthcoming
three shall be.
Rent
shred
tender flesh
sorry 
old man’s sorcery
no test.
 
©Oct. 12/20
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