Demon Trapped In Her Heart
© Surazeus
2026 05 25

Weird silence after the violin tune,
that adjusts the universe slightly slant,
convinces Charlotte she just might be dead,
but she stands after the applause dies down
and almost floats out of the theater
because her spirit shimmers in moonlight.

Shocked by shadow of her face in gold glass
that wavers thin as candleflame of faith,
shy Charlotte cringes when her husband grins
at how he will beat her when they get home,
so she tries to disappear in moonlight
that wakes strange demon in stream of her heart.

Beside her husband in the atrium,
who chats with senators and generals,
dear Charlotte hides her terror behind mask
of gentle smiles and clear attentive eyes
that constrain the demon trapped in her heart,
while she hears voices speak in secret code.

Riding with Death in black carriage of fate,
that clatters wheels of fortune at midnight
along the winding streets of destiny,
Charlotte ponders state of eternity
while breathing deep to engage in soul flight
till they arrive at their palace estate.

Stepping from carriage in glow of moonlight,
Charlotte wraps her body in devil wings
to hide her wounded heart in timeless gloom,
then raises pistol in her trembling hand
and fires one bullet in his glaring eye,
then turns and flees into the Whisper Woods.

Hiding behind the garden fountain pool,
Charlotte stares in shock at the bearded man
who asks her with official police voice
if she saw face of the evil assassin
who dropped the pistol when he fired the shot,
but she shakes her head and cries in light of dawn.

Gaunt face of grief hidden by black-lace veil,
Charlotte beams with uncanny happiness
as she listens to the old priest declare
that we come from dust, and to dust return,
then tosses on his coffin one red rose
while heavenly angels in gold clouds sing.

Sweet silence after the violin tune,
that readjusts the slanted universe,
convinces Charlotte she will never die,
so she runs gracefully in garden maze
in flirtatious chase with the young musician
to kiss with passion by the apple tree.

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Orpheus and Charlotte cuddle by the fountain pool to feed each other grapes and cheese, they he plays violin tune that heals her wounded heart with love.

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