Portraits of Evil/That Haunting Lavender Prequel Part 2
II
The great depression of the twenties began,
Despite Darren’s extended work hours
The business’s revenue gradually began to decline
As Alexandra continued to paint
Aside from her sudden bout of illness
Seeping up on her
It became dismissed
As being contracted due to treacherous weather
The prolonged absence of Darren
Was accompanied with a nagging emptiness
Began to grow increasingly intolerable
Somewhere, something was happening
One snowy eve
She found herself alone
At the dinner table
Her portraits on the wall behind her
Began to mock her
As she could feel them
Staring into her, through her
Attempting to convey some insidious message
The following night while lying in bed
Next to a man she barley knew anymore
She drifted into dreamland
The aroma of lavender
Permeated in her sinuses
Upon waking, she felt very cold
And very dead
Alexandra gazed upon the lifeless body
Which once belonged to her
A sound in the dining room
Darren held a bottle of perfume
His words went, I apologized my dear
For slowly administering poison
Into your perfume
But, I needed the money
The chemical had slowly eased
Through her skin and into the bloodstream
Alexandra watched enraged
As he removed her portraits
Off to an art dealer for a sale
To save the business
His wife had to die
For he knew she
Would not part with these
Rip his hair out! !
Claw away at his eyes! !
Tear his heart out! !
Destroy his very essence! !
But all the ghost could do
Was observe this horrific event
Silently, so silently
She had been so cheated
How could life be so merciless?
And then she vowed,
Someday, revenge would be hers………………………………………………….
Copyright © Mark Lee | Year Posted 2006
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