Before the Summer Ball
by cricketjeff on September 28, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
She smiled unseen, the time was near
Her guests assembled in the room
These fools who didn’t think to fear
Impending doom
The dinner bell had called them all
A treat before they faced their fate
The night before the Summer ball
Where love’s in spate
They should have missed her ready wit
Such happenings were all her sport
But idle minds do not permit
Such careful thought
Each course outshone the one before
And few would leave a single bite
The bolder diners asked for more
(That’s impolite)
Before the footmen served each dish
She garnished every plate with care
Her heartlessly unspoken wish
Hung in the air
When all the food was tucked away
The ladies left the men alone
To drink and smoke while others play
Which drowned her moan
The sober clock chimed midnight’s hour
And all the guests trailed off to bed
Before the Moon began to glower
Upon the dead
The morning broke in silent gold
But none were there to see it shine
In blood her final message told
“Revenge is mine!”
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