Tantalizing

wiʻyaw

There were locusts followed by the asps that plagued my vicinity, but it was you who destroyed the heart to my city.

Forget the barren lands and laden poison; your scarred mouth and cheeks were all I could see from the horizon.

The lash was stolen from my talons to be manipulated in such grubby hands, those of which belonged to you so as to leave the skin on my back in bands.

"I have a proposition," you nasaled out in that cheeky tone. When meanwhile my hands ached to bash your head in with a stone.

The Nile would soothe between my cracks and dilute my blood of toxin if I became your queen. So I gave in to your command and vowed that my hatred would not intervene.

All along I dragged my chained feet to where you shone in glory, but the path led me to Osiris in the end and that concluded to the story.