Zorra

Dread female of the species with rapier like wit and soul-dead lips.

Zorra

The mal-intent behind the mask
hid where smile did not reach her eyes.
Dread female of the species
with rapier like wit
and soul-dead lips.

Bare back she rode upon her ass,
choosing one who had no back
… that brother shielded.
From her snake like tongue that hissed,
she wielded whip …
and cackled at his pain.

Searching for perfection,
she left her mark upon the heart
that bled a zeta crimson
soaking the cloak she wore.
She was Zorra, mighty Zorra
Perfect princess of the dread ice cold.

Now the ass was dead, the fable read.
But Zorra rides again.
Ancient, undead rabid fox,
that feeds upon heart’s blood.
Beware her crimson z-like hack!
Be wary of your back.

© Kåre Enga (2003)

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Published in 2003 in a chapbook Aurochs to Zorra.

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