THE LADY IN THE MOUTAIN
Derrick E Carey 1981 (Sarasota)
Just along the shadows of
The great mountain
Lies an old mansion
The woman sits
Alone, and she
Calls the place her
Home
None could resist
Her beauty
None could resist
Her gaze
None could resist
Her wrath
None could resist
The sweet sounds
Of her voice.
But many
Have challenged her
To battle
Her blade is as
Sharp as
A widow’s venom
And as accurate
As an archers arrow
No one really
Knows where she comes
From
But many say that
Her figure is that of
A woman, but her soul
Is that of a demon
The people say
She was summoned by
A coven of witches
Who use to dwell amongst
The cavern of the mountains.
During the night of the
Spell used to summon
The woman. The witches were
Attacked by an angry mob
From the neighboring towns
While the witches were in Trans
Like state
The mob butchered them.
Many people believe that it
Was the actual blood from
The witches that finished the
Spell to bring the woman
To life.
While the mob feasted, and drink
To celebrate their liberation
Of the witches.
The woman appeared in
Full battle gear
Many say that it was made
From dragon or lizard scales
But on that night
The woman slayed
Over ten men
In cold blood.
She then walked
Into the town square
And drove her blades
Into the earth, and spoke
"On this night, and every night
Fourth I will dwell
In the mountains
Send the best you got
And I will return
Them to dust and ash."
The woman unearth
Her swords, and faded back
To the mountains.
Where she has dwelled ever
Since.
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Written on May 16, 2022
Submitted by DerrickECarey on May 16, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 1,477 |
Words | 304 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 75 |
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