This poem was inspired by another poem called The Laboratory by Robert Browning. I tried to keep to the same time period that he did but I set the poem in a slightly different setting. I chose a masquerade ball because many people say and think things they ordinarily wouldn’t when they can’t be identified. So obviously emotions such as jealousy and hatred can become more obvious and prominent when your face is covered by a mask than when it is not.
This setting also shows why the persona is so vicious and furious, she’s held everything back and bottled everything up and now…she’s exploded. Enjoy.
One more thing to note is that as I’ve said before the computer won’t allow me to show you the verses in these things. So I’ll tell you that this poem has two verses, each 14 lines long. Sorry.
A glittering mask glimmers there,
Those teary eyes affix their stare,
For I am the one who poisoned his heart,
I am the one who pulled them apart,
If I can’t have him, no-one can,
Shouldn’t have pressed her lips to he fan,
I can but hide from the darkest glare,
Can naught but forget this whole affair,
She should never have stolen his soul,
Should never have tried to take control,
I was the one he loved and he held,
She chose the one she shouldn’t have spelled,
Now I will meet them in fiery Hell,
But now I feel no spirit compel.
Bloody heart is forged of ice,
Dare not ask the sinful price,
Must be ruthless in my pain,
To acquire that I wish to gain,
I want his heart, I want her soul,
Heart must be as dark as coal,
Must not let her tears to sway me,
Must give justice just as fairly,
My knife is bloody just for her,
Beneath the blood the edge is grim,
Stab the heart and she won’t be back,
As my soul is dark ebony black,
His love or death is all I require,
For he is the only one I desire.