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Aundrea Methvin Poem
Broken Sacrifice?
Left as a sacrifice
Bound in chains her only shield from the elements
A cloak lined in ermine and rabbit fur
Keeping her warm as the rains fall
All watched the ceremony
All watched and listened for the fears to rise
Grappling for the tears of anguish
Yet oddly unlike the rest
This one didn’t seem to fear or resist
As if she was eager to take her place
As the line of sacrifices had been long
None of them looked into her eyes
No one saw that she didn’t blend in with the rest of the villagers
Otherwise what they would have seen
Would have put fear into their blood
Their hands wouldn’t have been so cruel
The cat of nine would never have been touched
For how does one damage a creature born of fire?
They expected blood, tears and begging
Not silence with every resounding of the whip
Not dry eyes as it supposedly hit its mark
Not that her reflexes were exaggerated for their comfort
The fabric of her gown may have ripped and the reddened skin rose
As the glamour was supposed to
A fake ridge of red to rise as if to let the others have their pound of flesh
Yet she smiled as the whip licked her scales hidden beneath the veneer of human-like flesh
Always kept so smooth and supple
Now she uses every thought they let race through their minds
To appear as what they want
Their greatest desire
As the chains are pulled and she is stretched on the board once more
They see a tear glisten for a moment but as they turn away
They fail to see the smile that creeps across for a moment
As her skills have returned
They can break the body but never her spirit
For how does one break a spirit stronger than even the coldest flames of Helhiem?
Copyright © Aundrea Methvin | Year Posted 2025
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Aundrea Methvin Poem
The Rope Broke
By: Aundrea Methvin
Standing in the pouring rain
His hood pulled up, the warmth barely affecting him
As his sorrow engulfs him
Tears streak down his cheeks
He holds a single rose
Two centuries have passed and still he mourns
They had battled, hell, he still bore the scar from the freshly forged heated sword
Yet he loved her … still loved her
Even if the only proof of her was this stone carved with 1666 and the word Hung
She had been condemned, and he had been at sea
His foolish mind had been yearning for gold, yet his heart had been given to the blacksmith’s daughter
Now he weeps for what could have been
Yet in the wind he smells the scent of Sweet Clover and Hawthorn
His heart skips a beat as he desperately looks around
Then he sees a shadow move just within the ruins of the forgotten cemetery
She stands and smiles … What did you think that I wouldn’t wait for your return?
He drops to his knees, scared to move, scared to blink
Surely this vision with her hair in the wind was a break in his mind
Her hand caresses his cheek as she leans in and whispers “The rope broke.”
Copyright © Aundrea Methvin | Year Posted 2025
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A moment of bliss, a secret seductive kiss of flesh, where the jealous eyes couldn't bear witness, for the bowl of stew he accepted as he watched her, he pledged to her the protection of his sword, his very honor and to her and only to her, his immortal heart ever to her to be true.
He stared into her eyes so brown with hidden gold flakes as they warmed and echoed her smile so bright
Not knowing that he would be the reason for those same beautiful eyes to turn fearful and fade from his sight
Because of the one who spied the moment of pleasure and told the Queen of the tenderness seen in a moment of kindness
To fall in love was never his plan
It was the Fates that wove his heart to hers in a way that even the Queen could not destroy
He may have been a Guard of the Queen, but this Healer held more power than a simple command
She held a treasure dearer than gold, yet she was a healer simple yet bold
She had been turned away by the village but kept close enough to do what the church elders could not
She was a Dame without the rank and yet she would be the reason for his eternal heartache.
Copyright © Aundrea Methvin | Year Posted 2025
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Aundrea Methvin Poem
Pretending
He was good at pretending
He manipulated to get his way
She was hopelessly in love with him
Until she started to see through
The lies, the schemes, the shady deeds
He was all about money, all about the green
Yet because her pockets were empty
He couldn’t take anything from her
So he turned her into a Belle captured in his domain
He did what he could to keep her away from the world
To combat him and his pretending
She decided to reflect the energy he was sharing
For when she started to treat him like he treated her
That is when his anger began to fly
He expected her to weep, to cry, to plead as he told her goodbye
Now he sits, his glass of Fireball nearly forgotten
Wondering how she had gotten so strong
Wondering how she had learned to see him for what he was
He longs for something that he can never make right, nor can he ever escape
As even when he drives through town, he sees her and what once was
Now he searches for her in everyone he meets
Yet he will never find what he pretended not to care about
And wonders why he can’t stop pretending.
Copyright © Aundrea Methvin | Year Posted 2025
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A love match perfect until the truth won out she was a natural imp and a gifted daughter of nature
he was a darkling with mortal appearance to try and gain what wasn't his he tried to cast her into the flame
she forgave time and again until the rope tightened around her throat and he watched her strangle; until Death came and claimed her hand, Death untied the knot and let her softly land
what the darkling had toyed and destroyed now had protection of an ancient guardian no matter the life she led
broken mind to hide from a heart
she walked away loving him
the cruelty in his eyes had destroyed her from within
money had become his passion his truest love
he made his choice of stone stealing her voice and turning cold
cloth of green and coins his preferred loves
the flesh and blood woman he turned away
forgetting how her smile made his heart sway
Forgetting how it felt to hold her tight
the way she smiled when he leaned in the doorframe watching her as she wrote a poem with a passionate light
he forgot all the moments he had once treasured
In a moment of pain and of anger she let her mind break
the facts of the past destroyed with the flames of mistrust
she hides precious moments in her heart of hearts
her treasures that give both happiness and despair
but protects her heart from the things that will never be able to be repaired
the friendship lost the long talks that are still yearned for but are never to be
always a someday always a maybe but truly will never come to pass
for the love once there now lies under a willow with a stone that reads "Hanged 1668"
unforgiven as he had accused her Now haunted as she remembers what he had hidden in her pocket
a pendant carved a heart with a star within the other side the words in Gaelic Mo Ghaol "My Beloved" as he had seen her from afar and had fallen in love until she was poor and he turned her away shutting a door then the past replayed the lesson to protect her from feeling the same fate as before.
Copyright © Aundrea Methvin | Year Posted 2025
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