Green Queen

A crass and vicious tart,
with skirts of acrid bile -
she blackens this red heart,
and taints a hopeful smile.

Acquiescing wicked thoughts -
courtesans with blackened teeth;
her thick and selfish motley lot,
sow malice on the heath.

Dancing obscene jigs in turn,
they cackle sneering jibes;
throw kindness on a pyre to burn,
heartening heinous vibes.

Beauty fled my pristine place,
at first sight of Jealousy;
sickened by a green-eyed face,
She cast this curse on me;

“How dare you bed with Malice!”
she hissed with frantic breath;
“You’ve sullied this pure palace,
and sentenced us to death.”

Written September 23, 2002