Jealous Rage

She would get that Witch, who did she think she was?
With her snide smile and creepy face crinkles,
She has the age of eons with all of her wrinkles.
That Witch, does not know power, it is mine alone this hour,

I will reveal my true self to her,
But to him, I will hide behind this mask, that appears to be me.
It's not my wrath he will be seeing,
For him its all light and laughter, I'm being.


I will rant and rave, because I crave his soul, and no other,
I shall dispatch this withering catch, with little regret.
My head is dark with ideas of revenge, my hands shaking ,
At the thought of her glorious and hideous end.


I'll spit in her blood and make a flood of her fluid.
I will drag her entrails across her face,
As she looks up at me and wonders,
What it was she did wrong, tonight in this place.