Lady Cassandra

Hiya, folks! I wrote this little piece a few months back, and I want to share it with all of you now... It's quite short, not more than one paragraph really, but I like to think that it's open to the readers' interpretation; if you look at it closely, you can probably weave an entire story of it. (I hope). I wrote it immediately after reading "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning, the poet credited with perfecting the Dramatic Monologue. Do let me know what you think of this piece!


Cassandra, Cassandra, Sweet Cassandra, what will thy lily-white hands look like soaked in blood, I wonder? Thy fragile and pure beauty trancends all else; it is felt by all the senses! This scent-- this strong, tantalizing scent-- it washes over me, befuddles me, draws me in like a snake traps its poor, unsuspecting prey; ah, ah! Beware-- beware! And now thy lily-white hands are soaked in blood.

Thank you for reading!

The Queen of Paradise

Hello, my dear readers! How are you all doing? How's quarantine? These are tough times-- so much uncertainty all around, isn't it? Here's a short piece to cheer you up-- well, I *hope* it gives you a modicum of happiness. I'll try to post more regularly now! Stay safe, stay healthy, stay inside with a bundle of blankets, a tower of books and twenty mugs of hot chocolate-- I'll put all of you in my prayers!

I stood behind the veil of white and pink roses and looked.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She was beautiful-- to me she seemed like a goddess; silky dark brown hair swirled and rippled as she swept past the bower in which I was concealed. Her skin was a rich, healthy golden; there was none of the sickly pallor that I so often saw in girls from my village.

Moreover, her cheeks were a soft, barely noticeable pink; this subtle observation made her seem that much lovelier. A small smile played around her red lips as she stretched out her womanly, long-fingered hand to the sweet young birds that drank from the purple pool of ambrosia.

I wanted nothing more than to just stay and watch her for Eternity. Admire the way the breeze played with her dark tresses, marvel at her ladylike demeanour, listen to her silvery laughter...

I never saw a more paradisiacal sight in my life. 'Is it real?' I wondered. 'Is *she* real? Am I alive? Or am I in Eden?'

She whirled around and smiled. She could see me. She'd known all along that she was being scrutinized from behind the roses. Her smile was sad, tender, motherly, warm.

My heart ached. I wanted to reach out to her and hold her...

... but all I could do was stare at her as she faded away.

And now I am lost forever.


I'd like to express my gratitude to an immortal English Romanticist-- The One Whose Name was Writ in Water, late John Keats. An exceptionally skilled wordsmith and practically a magician. The supernatural femme fatale in his famous ballad, "La Belle Dame sans Merci", inspired this piece, and I tried to make it as aesthetically pleasing as possible. Thank you for reading!

I hope you liked it!

Cheerio! See you soon :)

'Love' that Lives Beyond the Grave

'Love' that Lives Beyond the Grave

Hello my dear readers! Did you wonder where I'd disappeared to? Well, don't worry, I'm back, and I mean to stay... that's enough drama for now. I wrote a short piece that I'd really like my faithful audience to read... it's about a very damaging, obsessive, possessive, suffocating kind of love-- which isn't even love to begin with. I hope you like it!

"Black as ebony, red as roses, white as an angel's wings.

My pure, beloved Snow White...

As I placed the crocuses in front of her grave, I whispered a silent prayer.

'I'm sorry', I said. 'I shall repent forever', I said. 'The Lord snatched you from me because of my selfish, violent love. You poor, fragile little woman. '

A tear of blood slipped down my marble cheek as I thought about her smile. The deceptive smile that I would never see again. How cruel she was, in life and in death; even now, my love for her drives me to extremities. My sweet swan, my angel, you will not escape my clutches."

Interpret it as you like. Thank you for reading!