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Redbeard and the Wallflower

And the Witch's Curse

By A. R. AmbrosiPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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She was a beauty

In a quiet sort of way

Her poetic blue eyes

Smiled when they saw you

But you were so bad

Bad for her

Bad for yourself

Bad for everything

How unfortunate

She couldn't see

What her eyes reveal to her now

She blended seamlessly

Into her surroundings

A silent watcher

A small grey dove

With a gentle voice

And silky feathers

Whose plumage

Was her only protection

Meagre against what the world

Would throw at her

And she couldn't protect herself

From you

Time

And your coarseness

Ripped her downy feathers out

Her soft, poetic eyes

Hardened with bitterness

And in place of her soft feathers

She built an armour

To protect herself from you

And with it

She hurt too

The innocent

Who loved her most

She changed

Once a wallflower

Meek and sweet

She wilted beneath

Your harsh glare

She transformed

Into something hard

Prickly

A cactus in your killing heat

Defensive to your detriments

Defenseless to your hateful ways

Time created distance

She longed to pull away

This sparked in you possessive rage

You thought no one was watching

You thought her sleeping silence

Gave you permission

You thought you owned her

With the smallest shackle

Of a single ring

You think no one saw

Your disgusting acts

But the walls were watching

The moon had eyes

Mother moon whispered

All her secrets

To a far off witch

Whose heart

Already despising the likes of you

Became lit with fury

More fiery than your temper

That you claim is so grand

And now the witch gathers fire

To singe away your red beard

To burn down the house of your temper

To drain the life force from your blood

Softly murmured words

That you will never understand

Will reach your ears

And you will feel

As vulnerable

As you made her feel

You will feel

As weak

As you made her feel

You will be defenseless to my fury

As she was to yours

Invisible spirits will violate your body

As you did hers

You will become

As weakened and resigned

As she was

And all of your strength, Redbeard

Will be transferred to The Wallflower

She will become like iron

While you become as like water

Like a column of marble, she will rise

From the ruin

That is you

And you will be left broken

While the silently watching moon

And the witch from afar

Looks on with mirthful laughter

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

A. R. Ambrosi

I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!

I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^

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