Lady Dismay, Queen Of Despair 'A B Poem' Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Crying ebony rivers of dismay
Feeling left out in the cold
Tears forming a black iceberg
Laying lifeless in her own suffrage
A Woman breathing empty air

Her eyes turning solid white
Blinded by living so long in the dark
Morbid flesh shining pale in snowy alienation
As she expedites herself into phantom remorse

Oh, how she slept for so long,

This once docile quiescently dormant entity
Was spirited into a realm of confusion
Only to rejoice her own flesh

Escaping her own tomb
Walking in electric type strides
Dawning an ebony robe of grim dismay
Giving into the urges of her own deathly lusting

Yet, the forest is too quiet
Years upon delusional grief goes by
Trapped within her own neglectful tyranny
Searching for human flesh to tear apart,
Slowly and methodically
As she fantasizes,
Torturing those who come her way

She walks with no remorse

Come pay her a visit
Hear her cries and moans
As this creature takes dreadful strides
Venturing to her nomadic home cursed home

But, do we truly know her?
Is this what she will really do?
Try saving this lost soul now
Will you be a Hero?
Or will you be a Fool?



I think she was a Battle Axe of mine
Oh, Hell? No!
Did I really go that low?

Upon an underground realm
Where she always dreamt of wanting to go

I wanted paradise
She wanted Hell
Aw, we were such a cute pair

One a dreamer,
While the other loved despair

Please, Put down that knife
Oh, No, I hope she does not see that chainsaw over there! ! !

Lady Dismay
Queen of despair
That is who killed me
That is who ascended me from the grave

Who are those people chasing me?
Please! Please!
Do not put, I repeat do not put a bullet in my head! ! !