a father’s love

bridal offering
a proud father marches her
into the sunset

blood of a virgin
by a father’s love

first blood washing her father’s feet


cassandra wept – the last drop
would be her own


medusa’s beauty
masked by lies and jealousy
blinded all who looked

silk and poisoned words
robbed a hero of his sense
such triumph in death

her spirit soared free
took wing and cantered aloft
the stars adore her

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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