Amirah al- qitaal: No soul blacker By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
When all others had been killed,
she asked her band to bring her the person responsible
for the loss of the love of her life.
The man was brought forth and stood
before Amirah al-Qitaal, the woman
who struck a cold into the hearts
of men.
Rumors swirled around and about her everywhere;
she was a good fighter,
she wasn't,
all the men did the killing for her,
she didn't know how to use a weapon,
she did,
oh they were endless.
The man saw for himself what was true and what wasn't.
Blood was all over her , her hands,
and what he could see of her face.
She didn't seem to bother withwiping any of it off,
almost as if she... enjoyed it.
As a matter of fact, the man noticed, as she
walked towards him, she looked like she was smiling.
And she was.
The joy in her eyes made him want to throw up.
She pulled out a pistol from her belt and
spun it round her finger absentmindedly as she spoke.
Once, I overheard a man say that he was a dark person.
I remained silent, but I really wanted to laugh.
There does not exist a man with a soul
blacker than mine.
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