A Happenstance

Tyrannical, a voice was sound at distance

Resounding high above at marble spire

Where farthest, no one voice could but inquire

About the motives for the circumstance

Of wild laughter thunderous expression

That filling chamber hollow and of echoes

The purple garbed in silk so hast’ly chose

To make her lone alcove for recollection

About occurrence recent in experience

To witness public gruesome execution

Of peasant and of which was a solution

Of problem one emergent from mere chance: 

The fact of that one peasant at wrong time

Had spotted ‘nother’s finger mutilation

As silky, purply garbed intimidation

A leak in methods of a hidden crime

Though now such snag was ashes at a stake

Arranged about with help from wealthy friends

Of purple garb which after shake of hands

Erected trial skillfully and fake

So that last embers, burning, were gone quickly

Unlike the memory of deed successful

Still bringing smile plastered at face, sinful

And flashing at the marble walls so freely

Although, outside, event one other happened

In synchrony with private foulest chortle

Amidst the charred wood of the stake and rubble

A gentle wind was serpentine and danced

Disturbing slightly scattered the materials

And rising upwards from that ruined point

An essence moving barely seem and faint

Went through the stone invading palace halls

It passed beside the paintings and the armors

Invisible, was crossing all the sentinels

Who, unsuspecting, used no horn or bells

As climbing staircase it heard noises hers

From still the entity of vile victory

Whereas the essence, knowing, was approaching

The target which it focusedly was hunting

When it transpassed a door in quiet secrecy

A turn around and purple garbs were facing

Decrepit, ghastly floating apparition

To bear airs plus a facet of perdition

Positioned in such way the exit blocking

As crimson eyes fixated on the living

To back away in anxious apprehension

For fleeting joy just gave away to tension

And thoughts and hopes of somehow be escaping

“Do you remember me?” The essence spoke

Quite unbeknownst of prior laughter’s motive

As answer came obsequious, attentive: 

“Why, oh quite, I believe I do!” Mistake

Was playing with new dangers unconcealed

Yet she could not prevent her silver tongue

And trying falsely to just play along

She prayed for death avoidance by words squealed

“I too remember you” Reverberating

Gave gravely such response the wretched figure

Before her body started reconfigure

In a velocious spiral of limbs spinning

Ethereal in aspect though astounding

In movement of unnatural phenomenon

Unnerving was and never seen, was singleton

To fall upon the silky miss, envelopping

The body whole in violent repercussion

A scream in panic, hopelessness, despair

Came bursting alongside the forceful air

From mind withholding true void of decision

She could not comprehend what was this monster

As lashes raked and opened lacerations

A visitor from foul imaginations

That circled twisted faster faster faster!

The soldiers of the building in alarm

Reacted to the auditory cue

Directing steps and lances hallways through

By their direction to safeguard from harm

Until approaching handles in the wood

The last obstruction from intentioned passage

With sweat and worry running through each visage

They widened it as swiftly as gloves could

To find an eerie emptiness and nothing

Both marchioness and trappings hers were missing

No indications found through sight or listening

Of whereabouts of servant of the king

Though every member of that wicked realm

From any street when knowing that, could tell

That surely there was one more soul in hell

From that one night mysterious and calm