Nemesis

By Shweta Das, one of my awesomest friends.  This is the picture that inspired the poem. :)

From the depths of the waters divine, she rose; all the pain from my bosom she took unto her own

Wind flirting with her veil, and in its mischief, her form be revealed

The eyes, pools of deep meaning; smile, a captive song

A picture is worth a thousand words, an artist’s paradise was she

Golden tresses a ballad to he who races even her heart, a right god must be

Blue eyes like drops off her abode, windows into a soul purer than pure; blood rushing to her cheeks as does spring into the resting buds

Delicate fingers pirouetting into her hair; a shy smile flickering on her lips, deceptive, inviting unto a sweet end

For behind that holding gaze, danced a fire; a fire to do the done, a fire to give the given; a burning desire to make it known, he was all but forgiven

What thought he, to play with her heart, to woo her and leave her to bleed? What thought he to take away from her the pleasants and unpleasants of life?

He had not the right to see no more, to smell, to taste, hear no more, he had not the right to breathe another

Her life, he had taken; with life, would he pay

And so she turned towards me, piercing glare in place; and all at once, the pain gushed back, the lights went out, dark thoughts engulfed my mind

The voice of Ate resounded, the war horn was blown

A thunder, bright white, and a smashing of spirits; my form, though mine to touch and feel, was mine to guide no more

I moved forth, purposefully, yet with no control; a maniacal smile, a gleam in the eye, yet mind protesting

He saw me, greeted me, a brotherhood shared

But advancing, even as my core cried out, mine ruthless hand drove the gleaming silver into his heart

His eyes, at once vacant mirrors; outstretched greeting suspended, now and for ever

And somewhere from within, a mad laughter, unthinking joy; then the same thunder, bright flash, and darkness forevermore