Her hair was gold
But her flesh was steel
Melted down iron
Of a billion swords
To protect
To seek vengeance
To let blood spill over
Everyone wanted
To touch that gilded hair
Long strings of pure gold
Not golden
Not the colour of gold
Actual gold
Everyone wanted
To lace fingers in that hair
And tug it
To see if she cried out
To see if they
Could take a piece
Of all those riches
Her hair encited
Jealousy and rage
Envy and lust
It awoke monsters
With burning blood
It brought
Unwanted advances
The kind that make you
Want to slit a man's throat
While he lies wine-sodden
On his bed
And that's where
The steel came from
Stolen swords
And daggers
Forged in searing flames
Of rage and anguish
Tempered by silvery tears
And whispered promises
Of revenge
Laid to her bare skin
Becoming one with her flesh
Until no one
Could ever
Ever
Touch her again
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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