This poem was SO much fun to write! 

 

   How WONDERFUL   to portray this ominous 'bitch of a witch', gone mad, and ever so... BAD?! 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Envisions of Angelique

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    Quentin lies there, restlessly

       Speaking her name in his sleep

    I sense he has too many

  Hidden secrets he must keep

 

Here we are, the three of us

As we share this lovers bed

 Quentin is tossing and turning

                     Struggling to free her from his head

 

I envision Angelique...

 

This sultry and ever scheming bitch

With the fires of hell in her eyes

Her face rivals that of an angel

Yet hiding a temptress in disguise

 

Down from the depths of Hell

She has now summoned him

This ageless vendetta

Quentin, as her victim

 

 

 

 

L. A. Stone

Copyright  1999

 

 

 

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