PARIAH

I want to start out with some fun. This poem is a Ballad written for my creative writing class senior year of high school. I really enjoy reading it every time. its dark, yet deserved. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! 

PARIAH A warrior adorned in mail Sits high atop the hill His love hath left him for a Swede Who now he plans to kill. A slash of steel upon his mail Quickly turns into dread A cry of woman’s agony Her lover lies now dead. “How could you strike my dearest down? And leave him now to rot. Hath you no heart?” This woman said. The warrior said naught. He stared at her with fiery eyes, With scorn, his hands did clench. “I’ve had no heart since you left me, You worthless little wench. I’m nothing but a pariah. You’re no longer a dove. A downright whore is all I see, Now that I’ve lost my love.” With this he turned and lumbered away, His mistress still in shock Both men she loved now dead to her her clock had ceased to tock She walked a ways to the cliffs edge, Body completely numb She leaped into the freezing wind To hell she hath now come.