Darkness surrounded her.
Elegance unmatched.
Born for the title,
Destined for greatness,
Adorned by all,
Cared for with devotion,
Uncannily beautiful,
Glowing accomplishments,
Incredibly amusing.
But wait,
There was more to this refined creature than one might expect.
Unspeakable greed,
And lustful desires.
Manipulation and deceit was the game.
Everyone believing her.
All but one.
Now even in death she plans to win.
Holding all the pieces,
Dealing all the cards.
But wait,
Things are not going as planned,
This cannot be!
They think they've won,
Oh contraire!
Her demons still haunt the earth,
And her minions, ever loyal.
The last laugh is hers,
As her memory is sealed forever
In the ash and flames.
This shadow queen.
This unending nightmare.
This...
Rebecca.
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Shadow of Manderley
PoetryOne of my favorite books ever is Daphne Du Maurier's Rebecca. This poem is inspired by Rebecca, the sinister deceased wife of Maxim De'Winter. Hope you like it :)