The Valentine’s Witch

Note: The fol­low­ing poet­ry is a con­cep­tu­al “oppo­site” of what you’d call a Serenade, some­thing which I’ve been exper­i­ment­ing with late­ly. This song is from a boy’s per­cep­tion to his mur­der­ous ex-girl­friend.

A chal­lenge for poets (prefer­ably females, but any­one is free to do so): If you feel inspired this Valentine’s day, write a sim­i­lar poet­ry from the girl’s per­spec­tive to the boy, prefer­ably titled, “The Valentine’s (insert offen­sive descrip­tion here)”. After all, some boys deserve to have their ass­es kicked. 😉

Don’t for­get to show me when you do!

Though all the strange games you play,
My heart sur­ren­ders to your grace;
Wretched thoughts taint the rose that is.
To you, O Lady, how must I praise?

You look at me with those killer eyes
That befell a hun­dred men at a glance;
Those vicious stares but haunt me still
As mur­der dis­guis­es as your dance.

Your lips so tempt­ing, lus­cious, red;
Does your thirst for blood nev­er end?
Your teeth so full, so radi­ant white,
Cut through flesh as mon­sters intend.

A man may lose him­self with­in
Your love­ly hair so silky and strong –
Don’t stran­gle your vic­tims with those; my date
With Medusa is safer still, though wrong.

But how could I rage at a face so fair
That has nev­er received Sun’s gen­er­ous share?
The sight of her slen­der body may
Put mal­nour­ished chil­dren to despair.

But I embrace you, Lady, oh warm­ly so
(To check for hid­den knives, for life’s sake)!
Oh dain­ty Lady, you appear in my dreams,
At every night… just to fright­en me awake…


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