Prey for Angelique

 

 

 

 

 

Dazed and utterly devastated

Blinded by infuriating rage

Smashing everything within my grasp

On this uncontrollable rampage

 

Angelique, a selfish, deceitful slag   

Of pompous arrogance and demands

Yet sadly, all she can show for it

Is the blood of a child on her hands

 

                 How I fear for my beloved Quentin

I sense he fell prey to Angelique

He could be hiding in seclusion

Nevertheless, the outcome looks bleak

 

The writing is on the wall

With authoritative dictum

 Facing my fate with pride intact

For I too, became her victim

 

 

 

 

 

 

L. A. Stone

Copyright 2001