The Night She Cursed Poem by Adams King

The Night She Cursed



She was a girl with smiles
Smiles that could brighten your face
She has the voice of an angel
Voice that could ease your pains

She has the beauty of a paradise
That made man of a boastful beast
She humbled the stars and moon
With heavenly fires in her eyes

She's a girl of great virtue
Who never traded her bed for gold
She danced to the drums of integrity
Unaware of the troubles ignited

Men who hated what was good
Masked themselves one fateful moon
To satisfy their evil intentions
A vain and corrupt curiosity

They knew the path the light took
And waited to feed their lustful hunger
The harmless dove was ambushed
By vultures vulnerable to vanity

Seven men with a black soul
Stole from a flesh of innocence
Ravished the helpless hands
Too weak to strike a little bird

They drank with a thirsty gulp
With the hardness of a cursing rock
Her bones were weak to entertain
The bitter blows of seven strangers

She screamed in helplessness
But said her silent prayer in heart
Like sheep dragged to the den
She was forced to the slaughter house

She kept calling for a savior
Yet the night had it lips sealed in silence
She wondered if the angels were watching
Or if the eyes of God was asleep

Hours after hours she battled
Bared and endured the torture
Strong were the devils that came
To steal to kill and to destroy

She raised her head up to heaven
And shed from her eyes bitter tears
She whispered curses into their ears
Men too deaf to think it was a moan

She awakened the spirit of vengeance
And death hanged upon that moon
To repeat the music of this black night
While the beast offsprings turns the prey

Then she surrendered her breath
Her blood atoned for revenge
Lustful hunters must hunt this night
And the moon shall be wrapped in darkness

She lost the air in her nostrils
And her beating heart subdued
Like a prey in the fangs of a beast
She lay lifeless in a pool of blood

The bright light went down and dark
Cursed was the night she slept
Never to see the morning
Cursed be the sun that found her dead

Sunday, February 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,rape
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