Maiden Victorious
by Edward C. Francis
A poem



Standing in the forest clearing
Wrapped in a cloak
Of ghostly wisps of gray mist
And cries of dying men
Is the maiden.
Her mouth, warm and pretty
Stained with the bitter taste
Of her challenger's spilled blood
A foot, small and bare
Resting upon the chest of her fallen foe
Torn and bleeding.
Pendulous breasts heaving with excited passion
As the sweet essence of life
Slowly ebbs away into crimsonsoaked grass
Her eyes, black pools,
Alight with the glory of victory
Rising with the rapier aloft in her slender hand,
Sharp steel tip bloodstained.
The wind stirs about her long black hair
As an unholy yell of triumph
Escapes lips soft and delicate.
Maiden, victorious.

(c) Copyright 1998, Edward C. Francis