Earthly trust would never live again, without whispering,
"LIAR"
She rode a horse called lonely
of abandonment and despair
through a serious of fright nights
escape was now crystal clear
He rode a horse called Sad
with isms for its bridle
advantage was the pasture
so to her aide he did sidle
She wore blinders not the horse
that suited his demonic cause
when consummation had it's way
thoroughfare had no laws
Though she smelled betrayal
he covered his scents well
realization came with heavy price
when her Small Son bellowed hell
Hogtied to a wardrobe leg
her toddler wrestled hard
each movement sealing manhood lost
swift release saved him from being marred
Cut him loose from his bonds
held him to her breast
for those fleeting moments needed
he his mothers choking chest
She mounted a new horse called rage
mounted it with eagles wings
rode swiftly to the assassins cove
to take the death blow stings
Overpowered by the faceless foe
thrown from her trusty steed
upon the place where passion slept
to take the cold-blooded deed
Steel and flesh met that day
from fist to feet and legs
systematically deployed
was punishment devoid of dregs
Her softly silken loved legs
resembled tenderised steak
as the master craftsman revealed his art
till soles screamed in its wake
She rode a horse called agony
he gladly helped her mount
neath swollen flesh and torn up heart
he tallied the final count
No one came to her aide
except a toddler in his mind
he determined that very day
his existence to all was blind
The assailant left the scene
riding his horse called victory
when the Calvary showed up
twas deemed a torturous spree
Though Cavalry sounded bugles loud
made a promise to defeat
his promise was also clear
squeal and you're dead meat
Statements signed off in sorrow
barely able to stand upright
she determined though injustice smirked
he'd get his dues on darkened night
There are many nights that come pitch black
no moon nor stars in the sky
so pon a night just like this
Rode she on a horse called Cry
Oh Cry aloud where it did resound
in places where it measured most
justice metered out triumphant cause
till the murderous thug spieled no boast!
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Chapter and verse closed for her
pages torn and tossed behind the fire
time passed body wounds healed fast
earthly trust would never live again, without whispering LIAR!
Ch'erie de Perrot
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Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
I agree with your premise..
There is no other way to the Father except by his Son..
Your poetic expertise is showcased in this magnificent prose poetry..
Take your bows master craftswpman !
Love and Blessings
Peter
xo Taylor
This is a very lovely poem, full of imagery and well penned. Victor
what a strong, story, what a horror....is this true. I don't know if I am reading this correctly, but is it about a woman and her child that were abused by a man? The father of the child? Someone very mentally sick? What a horrible memory, if this is the case, as cliche as it sounds, my thoughts and prayers are with you.......
pax Anita
Love Tinka
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.