This now, is when Puss starts to experience some conflict.
A silence ensued, followed by a laugh, Lacking in mirth, it seemed like a bark. Puss then smiled, a smile so twisted, She looked at Lucifer, his smile just hinted – At his thoughts and feelings; his face was bland. No hint he gave, how he’d play his hand.
It’s all a game of give and take, Of sharing, not caring, no lines to break. She shares her story, he probes a bit; He aims to shake her, the centre to hit. The depths of the soul are hard to see, The centre is hidden, from the truth we flee.
“Did you go to church?”, he asked with a smile. “No”, she spat. “I passed it by a mile. My husband wanted, that I go to church, But he had departed, leaving me in the lurch. He no longer loved me, and did not trust me, From my presence, he decided to flee.”
“So, I decided, to hunt the man down, He could not escape me, that misguided clown. The chase was on, the hunt for life, It was a game now, of throat and knife. The two did meet, and the blood did spurt From his veins – the veins had burst.”
“As I knelt down, I watched him die, I saw the light fade from his eye. The dying light pierced my veil, Of lust and desire, it left me pale. I fell back upon that cold, stony floor, Then crawled through the blood, towards the door.”
“My head was spinning, his dying breath Had bound me for life – it felt like death. I stumbled outside, into the blazing sun, The light did hurt me, and I wanted to run. The stench was rising from that place of death. I ran from that place, never losing my breath.”
