Revenge Part 3
The man walked away and opened a book
starting on a spell with a most eager look.
“This spell will work, but you body will pay.
Listen to my warning, wise words I say.
You will have the power to not bare guilt
but in return a wall around your heart is built.
As long as you are not lost, your body should be fine,
but as the evil grows, your body will show the signs”
With a now new set of bloodshot eyes
Emma headed on her way, led by despise.
Stopping not even to rest her feet,
walking all day in the hot summers heat.
At home fathers planing such an elegant ball
for he now thinks Emma will marry Will in the Fall.
Little does he know what shes coming to do,
little does he know, that his life will soon be through.
As Emma reaches White Peak City
she constructs a plan with no real pity.
For this plan she needs a dress,
a dress that really will impress.
To show up at her ball,
and make emotions stall
as she slowly lifts a knife
to take Prince Williams life.
She instructs a man to take her
by horse to her dress maker
to pick up off the shelf
a satin dress made by this elf.
She pulls up close to dusk,
air filled with city musk
and she send away her guide,
not even thanking for the ride.
As Emma walks up to the store
the Elvan woman opens the door.
“Everyone is looking for you,
we've heard of the big wedding anew.
But here you are looking sick with flu
and your skin is holding a dark red huge,
blood shot eyes and an evil stair
the thoughts you have, you must beware.”
With the Elvan knowledge of darkest magic
Emma told her about the journey so tragic,
and all the effects that came to be,
with only evil thoughts, its enough to see.
But she came so far, she wont back down
so Emma pressed on and picked out a gown.
One of dark green with blackened lace,
it looked rather evil with her dark red face.
Despite the elf's warning
she headed out the next morning.
Heading to the palace
to bid her deed of malice.
She walked with the most ferocious speed
and could feel the growth of the evil seed.
Emma went inside and went upstairs
powered by the force of 50 angry bears.
Copyright © Tristan Hays | Year Posted 2011
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