Wicked Games

Recently I was lucky to be asked if I would be willing to write a ‘duet’ poem with a very talented gentleman. This is my first duet poem and it was huge fun to write, I can not thank Der Erzahler enough for being patient with me and for talking me through the process.

So here you are, I hope you enjoy. Just so you know the lines in italic are DE’s, all others are mine.

The games they had played has been fun at the start

But that was before he had broken her heart…

He consumed all she had like the finest of wine

Entangling her emotions in his wicked designs

Leading her quickly into feeling secure

Plying her with gifts and her favourite liqueur…

Telling her things never before heard

Spinning a web of silver-tongued words

Filling her with dreams of love and happily ever after

Dreams he snatched away with evil laughter

She began to question her own name

Her sense of reality splitting from all of his games

Something deep inside her snapped

When he walked away leaving her heart so cracked

She followed him discreetly and silently waited

Consumed by thoughts of the man she now hated

The plans she had made began to darken

As she palmed the axe she had lovingly sharpened

There was no mistaking the gleam in her eye

As she hefted it with an audible sigh

Her eyes adjusting to the cloudy gloom

As she crept silently into his room

Feeling the knife in her heart make one final twist

Finding him wrapped up with his latest tryst

Her anger erupting like fervent lava

The sharp blade wielding it’s unforgiving karma

Slicing through air and thread

Turning the room from muted gray to red

Their screams soon becoming a deathly silence

Her anger abating with horrific violence

Watching him breathe his last breath, finally dying

Only then did she breakdown and begin crying

The man she had loved, her hearts possessor

Would never return to her, gone forever

All of this due to wicked games of the heart

With false promises that they would never part.