Dawn the Stalker, Part 2

Presumably with the aid of God's glory
She interwove several others' stories
And painted him something he was not
A monster she should give second thought
And yet, she remained obsessed with her quarry

She told his work that he was a liar
And concluded it successfully drew their ire
She said prophecy told her he'd lost his job
And called his friends defending him a mob
The situation became quite dire

She said that he divorced his wife
And upon notification, she'd threatened to take her own life
But he remained happily married
As Dawn was hunched and harried
Consumed with the rewrite

She said he was unfaithful
That his children were quite ungrateful
That he had converted to her faith
And lied about it to save face
And other things vile and hateful

She decided (through prophecy, of course!)
That the poems she read online had him as the source
He was professing his love for her and his faith
Disguised as a woman quite far away
Being kept from talking to her by force

After all, it couldn't possibly be the case
That he found her hideous in mind and face
That he was appreciated for what he was
Had children and a wife that he loved
And never once considered her faith

And so Dawn spent her days
A degenerate in malaise
But her lies were not to be daunted
And they had her, rather haunted
Even more obsessed with his ways

Copyright © Mindy Gregersen | Year Posted 2011

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