The Consort

A once warm embrace, Now icy shackles upon my flesh Extravagant walls merely bars Caged once more… Her opulence and beauty paired well with his ambition A union forged with only superficial cravings But bliss was oh so fleeting, their lust consumed by hate His demons so long hidden surfaced remorselessly Her upper hand was lost But she will not be victimized Too strong to be a willing sacrifice The scars are worn with pride Her will cannot be broken His Hell cannot destroy her paradise With only brief cessation, his tendencies will prevail Unceasing, unrelenting… violence beyond the pale But still appearances must be met. Status outweighs comfort; to be judged is to be forsaken A public show of failure is not worth the repercussions This delusion must appear unnatural Tattered flesh and soul Deprived of that which makes her whole The time for action is now Lest she be forever bound If she is to prevail She cannot be seen as the cause The orchestration must be delicate A perfect alibi… Someone she can manipulate A ruse of lust will bend him to her will A target so easily found Replete with wealth and stature, but lacking in companionship To offer a promise of courtship with one caveat… That he must sever the one who ties her down