Hypnotic Poisons Christmas Revenge
She well knew his place of abode,
And swirled inside, a vengeful tornado,
A celestial radiance had encompassed their love,
And then he disappeared on Christmas Eve,
Without a word!
Her heart had turned to stone, her eyes
Flashed around for something to write with,
Nothing, so cut her finger deeply
Her blood flowed freely
As would, a wounded bird.
Wrote on the wall in blood,
That all his future loves, would leave
Him with a broken heart, at Love’s Station
Of Departure, for she, Hypnotic Poison vowed
That he alike be cursed.
He had mesmerized and betrayed her,
His heartless, unfeeling, selfish soul,
On a windy, stormy Christmas Eve turned
Her heart to stone and blood to poison,
That is what the village said,
And what I heard!
This poem is pure fiction and the title of the poem is of a perfume. The story is in actual fact the ending of some horror movie, whilst browsing through Netflix to find a movie we wanted to see.
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