Smell of betrayal lingers over him,
like rotten tomatoes in my torn shoe.
The grey pupils of his eyes screams a tale ,
a tale of deception and crime , grey and pale.
Petals of lotus , lizard’s tail , owl’s blood.
I cast my spell , they avalanches like flood.
I trace his grey freckles and hold him close,
our bodies interwined like bud of rose.
We dance our last dance like withering leaves,
I plant a kiss on his grave lips and grieve,
trees die , sea burns and he metamorphose ,
sky turns purple and toad hops in grey smoke,
he croaks “witch witch” and jumps into a trench,
I am a witch who quenched her revenge.
Recently I read a book called “Gone girl” and then I came across Collen chesebro’s tuesday prompt and the idea of writing this poem called Last Dance popped in my head. This poem is about betrayal , magic , witchcraft and a girl’s revenge.
I have crafted this poem using a form called Sonnet they are usually written about romantic love but I have written it about betrayal and revenge. It is for the first time that I wrote one I don’t know if it’s correct or if there are mistakes , you can give me your review I will try to improve.
Sonnet originated in Italy it is a 14 line poem with a variable rhyme scheme and each line contains 10 syllables.
Click on the link below to know about Collen Chesebro’s tuesday prompt. Thanks for the prompt.
Thank you for reading.