A dark black halo seemed
to settle on his head.
Evil personified,
she pontificated.
He was destined to be
avoided like the snake.
Even from a distance,
she said, he brought bad luck.
This was her last attempt
at badmouthing the man,
she professed to love but,
who had not responded?
She seemed bent on proving
that having been scorned she'd
show him a thing or two
that even hell couldn't....
Aye, she had it in for him. But she's a match or worse for all that...sesame. Nothing like the Devil's sidekick in a dress and venting. So much for her supposed "love." Doubtless he did not deserve it, but the vaunted is hereby too cheap to be true. Excellent tribute to the hellish danger of daring to scorn a woman. Wonderful with apt imagery.