It wasn’t but five days since she lost him, the one whose love was gone…
Sitting with her daughter nursing a beer deep in her forlorn when he noticed her and then it wasn’t long…
The barmaid told him of her loss; she urged him not to throw his game but warlocks never listen or heed their evil reign.
His immediate obsession of calculating possession ensued and he was upon her within moments reeking with his malodorous rotting expression.
Kneeing down before her so seriously he did speaking of his past loss tricking her with his balderdash gig.
Stating he felt badly with his bedroom eyes while all along he plotted wearing his maleficent disguise.
Assuring of his concern for her he humbled his way in making sure to smile while hiding his eerie dentured grin.
“I’ll protect you from those men”, he said. I’ll tell them you’re not well because you’ve lost so much and living through such hell.
Oh the lies and trapping tricks he spun; he’s quite the clever man telling her she was not to fear (him) and offering her a friendly hand.
We’ll discuss books we’re reading and speak about my “art”* when in fact he cared nothing of these things but only to devour her heart.
Embracing her he held her close in his stench of dirty laundry arms insisting he meant only to sooth the pain away with his dishonorable charms.
At first she was quite taken and beguiled by his antics until his darkness became apparent, frightening her and making her frantic.
She was searching for a friend or perhaps a fatherly soul; he seemed to play the part because he surely was ancient; he’s the crypt keeper, I’m told.
Once his desires were evident the smoke began to clear and all of his hideousness surfaced and she didn’t want to come too near.
She tried to get away but he wouldn’t leave her be offering her cold sesame noodles and beet borscht if she’d just stay another day…
He could have let her go her way and let her heal in time but not this decrepit warlock because he decided she was hauntingly compelling, alluringly beautiful and So fine.
Friendship was not his mission; he wanted a lover to be with him in vulgar ways and disgusting positions.
Oh the gods!, what could she do? She’d already lost so much and now this creature of the night was a harbinger with his ghostly, “BOO”!
It really didn’t take her long to make her final getaway; I’d say it took a month or so but it’s a little hard to say…he spun his spell in such a fashion to deceive his deep dark passion (for her).
This widow was dulled by the hurt in her soul until her eyes sharpened and she discovered he was nothing more than a sweaty faked toothed troll.
Maybe it was the flies that always circled his head or the stench of his breath that smelled of something horribly dead…
So she thankfully and without looking back, Fled!
Unfortunately, this warlock is brimming with dishonor, greed and deception because he couldn’t just let her go without doing something extremely retching.
Till this day he pines for her in a most ugly way speaking of all his desires for her and pretends what he’d do to her if she had stayed.
But she’s safe now and smiling from afar while shunning him and leaving him to smolder and decay in his unholy sinister abattoir.
*The warlock’s feeble attempts at monkey like abstracts…at best
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