Revenge Part 2
With a very shrieking gasp, she drops to her knees.
“This cannot be true, no, please, please!”
“I'm afraid that it is, and there’s nothing we can do.
So I turned into this angle, to watch over you.”
Emma climbed to her feet,
her heart now skipping beat.
“I know just what I'll do,
revenge from me for you.”
“Emma Lee are you mad?
You cannot kill your dad!”
“But my dear, your disapproval is not enough
to keep me standing though.”
“With this journey if you go,
I cannot watch over you.”
“Then to you my love, I say goodbye
until the day I die.”
The angle paused and held his breath,
blew her a kiss, and then he left.
Soaring high and far away,
hours before the light of day.
Now in this meadow Emma is in
so far away from the king.
A king of evil, king of hate,
the king that took her one soul mate.
She headed out west
through forest not used to guests.
Guided by her once pure soul,
now as dark as a forest troll.
As she stumbles across an old wood cabin
and on the door she starts her tapping.
“Listen up I'm Emma Lee,
open up, please feed and shelter me.”
The broke down cabin door is open
and she sees that most the house is broken.
All but a short, dark, stocky fellow
in the doorway, greeting “...hello?”
He took her in, gave her food and dress
while he tried to clean up his awful mess.
He let her tell her tragic story,
then his face lit up with glory.
“Your man is angle, of purest light
to aid in revenge would end your life.
But I am warlock, a different breed.
I can help you out, if those pearls are for me?”
Emma sat up and looked at the man
“You want my pearls? Why yes, yes you can!”
She took off the necklace and tossed them to him
as she sat busy in thought, contemplating sin.
Copyright © Tristan Hays | Year Posted 2011
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