A Twisted, Dark Tale Of The Old South

READ PART 1 FIRST

Art, "The Dark Plantation"
By James Christopher Hill


Dark Revenge Part 2

Mystère saw Cinder without her chemise.
It was impossible for the girl not to see
welts on Cinder's back and tears in her eyes.
Threw her arms 'round her, joined her cries
Who did this despicable deed.... and why?

I tried so hard to resist him, Cinder said
but your daddy forced me into his bed
and I know this will continue until I die
or no longer seem fair to his lustful eye.
It was plain the master was not fit to live.

Mystère vowed to herself she'd put an end
to his lechery before this could happen again.
In her mind she began to formulate a plan
to secretly bring his cruel life to an end.
She had become a force unstoppable, dark.

After three full moons passed they realized
when poor Cinder's slender belly began to rise
a child would be born amid the Winter's cold.
All the slave women knew but no one ever told
about the shame they were forced to endure

When he was born on a stormy Winter night
it was obvious that the boy was half white.
With pale eyes and curly, golden brown hair.
Same blue eyes as Mystère and almost as fair.
The time had come to avenge Cinder at last