Bow

by druekee   Sep 24, 2015


Lying in a plush bed of opulence,
Lips dyed scarlet and curled with a knowing smirk,
Eyes smoking with ferocity and power is I.
I am the tyrannical queen of my world, my long nails curl around
A diamond-encrusted scepter as a python slithers across my shoulders.
Legions of Earth's finest warriors bow before me and kiss my boot,
Begging for my love, approval, acknowledgement...
Any one of them could suit my needs adequately, but I shift my gaze
Towards heaven's eye, visualizing my target's visage and locking on.
My eyes widen minutely, and I gracefully step out of my bed.
A few crunches sound from under my feet, but they are merely soldiers' spines,
And even they have the decency to thank me as I make my way over the bodies
And towards the window.
Arriving there, I furiously snarl at my target's face projected into the sky
And crunch the scepter into the eye of a whiny soldier, shoulders trembling.
Of all the men to desire, why must it be the hardest one to trap?
I have hundreds, no, thousands of men!
My status alone is enough to lure even the most skeptical of men, and yet,
He somehow cannot fall victim to my charm.
I am Aphrodite and he is blind, I mutter.
War strategies must be re-planned, tactics must be improved, and MY GOD,
I WILL BECOME FLUENT IN IDIOT IF I MUST!
But by the end of the night, you'll see, he will be mine.

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