Wrath of Angelique

Another night of restless sleep

I awoke with startled fear

Angelique appears to me

But her motives are unclear

Somehow she learned of my pregnancy

As I anxiously await the birth

I have sworn others to secrecy

Whilst concealing my protruding girth

Angelique can laugh and nastily taunt me

With threats of old voodoo curses and such

Shouting how I have lost Quentin forever

  But she is a liar, that I know as much

As I endure this mental torture

For the sake of our unborn child

I have these fateful premonitions

That he or she may be scorned and reviled

Angelique has threatened to tell Quentin

All of my hidden secrets and lies

This spiteful, wicked, she-deviled bitch

With flames of hell-fire in her eyes

She can never win this demented battle

For I will match her with all my might

Quentin will finally know the truth

And we shall prevail in this fight

L. A. Stone

Copyright 2001