THE CRIMSON CATALYST

With hair of fire
And armor of old
This woman
This warrior
Defiant and bold
Had become the catalyst
Of her story...untold
Causing chain reaction
As her actions..unfold...

A change in events
Brought sorrow....lament
As I will now explain
Of her last minutes... spent

A quiver of arrows
Lay close...by her side
   Unsheathed...
      Unbloodied...
Yet before her,
He died.
In her arms
Rest a crossbow
Made from fine
Polished oak
   Untainted...
      Untarnished...
Yet before her,
Blood soaked.
His body
Remained warm
Evident....
He had choked...
Supine,
His face...naked
Baring no scars of emotion
   Unchanging...
      Uncaring...
Her lack of devotion
For he had no purpose
Her decision....was quick
An unlikely suspect
Choking him was the trick
Her monotone motions,
Are all that exist
But this time....
Destiny delivered a twist....
   As she bends down,
   Beside him....
   For one final kiss....
She then sealed her fate
The reason this tale exists
Alas...
Her mistake
Made the consummate date
Although somewhat late...
Fate....
Assures that she trips
And her heart was then pierced
Just as she had slain his....
While her arrows did quiver
As their pain entered deep
Her slow...
Yet just death
Was now ready to reap
As her evil...now sewn
Was beginning to seep....
Deep...
Into the soul of the man
Now resurrected...
As he came to a stand.
Then he re-entered life
Took a glance at his wife
With no clue to who..
She was...
Just dead and blue.
And if only he knew...?

Well let me tell you
He then walked away
His life...now brand new
As he left her...decayed.
And if only he knew..?

Well I'll give you a clue...
As he left her...decayed
He didn't just walk away
But turned to face
Where she lay in disgrace
And a kiss he then blew
With a smirk or two..
To be continued...

Carey Milton ©