The Accussed

Innocent with glittery guilt

Whispers to her sanity the scenes

Of her deed

Serine of turbulent echo

She is as guilty as her claims

Morning in brown’s hut,

Pardon mercy for justice!

Could a wrath be sealed in a glass?

Justice as a paycheck!

Seeing her hands soiled with traces

Her emotions bargained her

A prerogative deserved not

Of her melting

As no man fouls mercy for

Wickedness.