by Caity Schwanke
Fear the woman scorned and betrayed
For her anger is as vast as her search for vengeance
Like snakes entwining a baby.
Her words twist and writhe,
Trapped in a web of lies
Until your mind cannot quiet the doubt of your heart.
And then you will burn,
Burn as her hearth never will again.
For her fire has gone cold
As the heart resting in her chest.
Jealousy stings her like a gadfly,
Chasing her to madness.
Death and pain come behind her
Justice ahead, out of reach.
Her soul twists into darkness as she is wronged again and again.
None shall find a place of rest, a time of peace
Until her shame is erased, her forgiveness is begged,
And her love and hearth are lit once more.
