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 Category:  Horror and Thriller Poetry
  Posted: August 4, 2021      Views: 12

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Xena pledges to avenge Gabrielle
"And Then..." by AshelinaB
*This poem is set after "Sacrifice II," in which Gabrielle tackled Hope into a lava pit and seemingly died with her daughter; Dahak is the god who caused it all to happen and Hope's father.


You know how they say,

“It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for,”

And “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”?

Either way, now you’ve been forewarned.


For there is quiet, and there is me.

There is redeemed, and then there is free.

And there is lost

Adrift on an endless sea.


There is a predator stalking you

Who does not make a sound.

And there is the one I love

In her, I am found.


She told me I am not alone.

I didn’t believe her, but it’s true.

Even harder to believe

She says, “Xena, I love you.”


My name was her last word

A lamentation forever blurred.

You who stole her from me,

My wrath you have incurred.


Know that I am merciless.

Remember what they said.

For soon you will be bloodless

Soon, you will be dead.


I will find my Gabrielle

Wherever her soul dwell.

For there is silenced, and there is ferocious

The feared and the atrocious.


There is quiet, and there is furious,

The suppressed and the accused.

Atop a multitude of sins

That can never be excused.


There are unnatural disasters

And wonders to behold

Malevolent spell-casters

And the terrors they unfold.


Bad omens, dark prophecy

Determined and bloodthirsty

And then, you see, Dahak,

And then, there is me.

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