3. Soliloquy of the Shameless Sculpture

Soliloquy of the Shameless Sculpture


  • Impossible!
    Impossible to do Her feelings justice.
    The ecstasy She must have felt as She saw
    her lover lay sprawled on His own carpet of red.
    Indescribable? My latest piece of art!
    The smile,
    carved carefully into His flesh,
    Would never disappear.
    Smiling, Smiling
    The only thing He is capable of-
    Ever should have been capable of!
    His lies would pierce Her heart no more.
    That, I made sure.

    Tears of happiness leaked from the head
    Hers were clear, His were red
    She liked Him… before.
    Yesss, She 'liked Him' ... Yet!
    Unfathonable to Her, until now,
    how much better He could be...
    But despite the venom, He could still see
    His last action, surprisingly-
    Was a clue?
    Yesss..
    To tell Her something He knew.

    She might have seen the two holes in His chest
    Had She seen the snake which caused them?
    Where His eyes darted, had she missed?
    They pointed towards the corner, the snake, me!
    Twitch, oh Twitch, Damned spy!
    Any fool can conquer the sun with the blink of an eye!
    But you can not stop me,
    Darkness take thee!

    She might have seen
    The gleam of my blade before I painted it with red
    She might have seen
    The fire flies in His eyes die
    She might have seen
    The other set, yellow and still alive

    She was Beautiful
    The wind wildly whipped her braids
    Each dissenting strand slithering snakes
    She was beautiful
    The fultile flight, yet the smell of courage
    Like the lizard's tounge, our paths converge
    She was beautiful
    For the Black-Blooded Pard, I leap
    Come my fangs and drink deep.

  • E

    ((claps!))


  • There was a king reigned in the East
    There when kings will sit to feast,
    They get their fill before they think
    With poisoned meat and posoned drink.
    He gathered all that springs to birth
    From the many-venomed earth;
    First a little, thence to more,
    He sampled all her killing store;
    And easy,smiling, seasoned sound,
    Sate the king when healths went round.
    They put arsenic in his meat
    And stared aghast to watch him eat;
    They poured strychnine in his cup
    And shook to see him drink it up
    They shook, they stared as white's their shirt
    Them it was their poison hurt
    I tell the tale that I heard told
    Mithridates, he died old.
    And like the king of ancient lore
    You too can feast a killing score.
    Sorrow, sadness, death and despair?
    Take them in as harmless air!
    The secret lies in quantity
    With dose increased, and slowly
    Because in life, all things go bad
    Dad dead? House afire? I'm glad!
    Unlike the lad who saw it and gaged
    You’ve armor in times of pain forged
    Down that spoiled milk and ask for more!
    Theres things in life you can’t ignore
    Lucks a chance, but troubles sure.

    ((The narration of Mithridates taken from A. E. Housman))