"THE PRICE"
A SHORT NARRATIVE POEM
When
Death Stepped onto the ground He approached the woman With
the palest skin. She would be his First Seal, His first
undoing In the name of the Forbidden Father.
His
steps --hollow but steady-- Echoed around the Filthy
surroundings. He stopped in front of her And admiring the light
in her eyes He asked her: "What have you done to not be
fit for His plan?"
The
maiden --with her white dress And her dark hair-- Retorted: "I
loved the boy who never loved me back. And I ate his heart."
"Ah!
A melodrama! It's nice to kill the romantics first. Now, for my love
dance! "
And
with the snap of his fingers, He turned her into ash. The woman
covered the earth With her grey pearls Among trash.
The
Horseman laughed And causing volcanic eruptions He
shouted Gloriously "The price of waiting to be loved. Dust
to dust."
~A
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