Revenge

 
Knives glint, then the screaming starts,
blood-red pools across the grass.........
how could she carve me up so viciously
for a song I never even sang?


My goldenrod (exhausted from the wait)
brushed that place with a lover's touch
one last desire still burning,
but it all went wrong................


A flash—then her sudden rage
took its head (oh, veiled woman),
that poor, lust-besotted wand
destined never to gleam........