Missive from the Lair, Part 3: The Happy Dance of Victory

Doomsday by AndreeWallin @ deviantART

I’m telling you,
The life of a super villain
Bent on world domination
Is not as glamorous as you might think…
Success can be nearly impossible
With those pesky heroes
Swooping in to foil my evil plans,
And if you think the glass ceiling
Exists only in the corporate rat race,
Try being a woman in a circle of bad guys,
Never taken seriously,
Chosen each year as recording secretary
Rather than Head Arch Villain,
Always asked to provide refreshments
For meetings of our Unrelenting League of Evil…

Karma proved a much better ally
Than the treacherous colleagues
I’m usually forced to choose.
Those violent rumblings beneath your feet
Are the repercussions of your own actions,
The fire and brimstone raining down upon you,
Reducing your world to smoking rubble,
A fitting outcome considering all you’ve done.
Not only did I defeat you,
I destroyed you.

I will dance in the ashes of your deceptions,
Merrily kicking at your withered corpse in celebration.
My transformation is complete,
From betrayed victim to vengeful victor.
You will never underestimate me again.


~~~ This was written in response from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us to write a poem about doomsday with a happy twist.  This is the latest installment in my Missive from the Lair series, be sure to read Part 1 and Part 2.

A Missive from the Lair

E_E_V_U_L_Lair by AEigner @ deviantART

Unappreciated for so long,
I was treated as nothing more
Than background scenery
For your paranoid suspicions.
In your world I had no meaning,
But this is not your world anymore.
The balance of power has shifted
And a new world order is at hand.

You are the one who created
A monster from a martyr.  
Your treachery pushed my fragile heart
Past despair into bloodthirsty vengeance.
Are you delusional enough
To believe anyone would face mortal danger
To rescue the likes of you?
Treason comes at a price,
And your demise will be
Solitary, agonizing, torturous,
And greatly enjoyed by me.

So many armaments at my disposal,
So many ways in which I can destroy you…
Releasing my horde of minions
To eviscerate your flesh?
A laser death cannon
Aimed at the vital organ you prize most?  
No, I think the most effective weapon
In my vast arsenal is my poison pen,
Poetic retribution for your actions,
Your sins laid bare for all to see.
An opportunity for you to experience life
Lost in the dark, twisting shadows
Of my write wing conspiracy.


~~~~~~~~ This poem was inspired by a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, in which we were asked to pick out our favorite break-up song, take a line from that song, and use it to write a reinvented anthem for ourselves.  The song I picked was "Missin' You" by John Waite.  You can check out the video below.