A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words: Sweet Revenge

I see a woman holding a sword and walking magnetically through a sand filled environment and towards a castle. A lot of ravens could be seen flying around. I think the woman is on a revenge mission and here is my poem about it.

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Revenge:

Having travelled from afar
Makha is determined to vent her anger on the despot and his unholy kingdom
Glued together with a strong fist of iron

She surveyed the environment
And to her satisfaction there are
No further exists as most have been
Covered with sand dunes

The king of the air...the Ravens cited her
From afar and knew that all is not well
They flew around and about announcing
Her mysterious visit to anyone that cares

But the despot who is power drunk
Threw caution to the wind and
Failed to heed to the cries of the Ravens
For he feels no powers is beyond him

Gracefully Makha walks towards the castle
Sand flying about in the wind as she steps on it as if in solidarity with her and in expression of anger towards the kingdom wrapped in the castle

I pity who will be her first victim
In opposition to her revenge mission
But many captives will.also regain their freedom if she succeeds in her mission

The voice of the Ravens became even much louder but the despot threw caution to the wind as he gave no damn about them

And like a professional she wades
Through the guards at the gate of the castle
They fell like a pack of cards with the wind
Heaping them at the far end of the castle

Heavens rumbled and became cloudy
Her sword is now firmly raised above her head and as she waves it about men keep falling and scattered like insects

The voices of men, women and children
Kept in captive for years could be heard even from a distance
All yelling and yearning for help

And at this point the despot looked through
His golden iron carved window and lo!
The princess of revenge is within touching distance

He floated his magical cloak but nothing happened and he pointed his mystical staff towards Makha but magic has deserted him
He was transfixed

And for the first time in his life
He became afraid calling out his trusted guards in a loud croaky voice
But no one could answer him

It was then that reality dawned on him
That his reign of terror has finally come to an end as the rightful owner of the throne has emerged

To liberate all those kept in servitude and
Oppressive rule for years
He involuntarily knelt down before Makha
Profusely pleading for his life to be spared.

Adios!!!

This is my entry for the #freewritehouse "A picture is worth a thousand words".