The rape

The water kissed her skin
In through the sweet muslin
Wet in the violent monsoon..
Lucy, Alas! She died too soon!
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Strolling through the woods nearby
was she, a bird so free.
Divine she looked, but caught the eyes
of a few men, in number- three.
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The hungry wolves, they pounced on her
Grounded....lying down on her
They had her tied, they had her bared.
She screamed aloud; only if the woods had cared!
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Beauty lay - captured, contained.
Beauty lay, wriggling in pain.
Beauty is too good a boon;
Beauty, is too bad a bane.
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Haunted by the approaching night,
abandoned by the melody of rain,
consumed by the reach of appetite,
eclipsed was she, by the Satan's men.
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They tasted her, a quivering mass of flesh
set on fire by the restless tongues
Lucy and her meek revolts.
Lucy and her exhausted lungs.
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They incised her arms, they robbed her chest,
plundered her, feeding on her thighs.
Cunning giggles on their lips did rest,
resonating with her deafening sighs.
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One of 'em, he revealed himself (as the others followed suit)
Ah ! That ugly instrument of love!
Entered through that forbidden gate-
the parting of her legs, as white as a dove.
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Thunderbolts were they, the lecherous guns.
A tsunami breaking loose inside..
The tormentors would take her by turns
But the torment within, would safe reside.
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Inside was let the sap of lust
Inside, through the door of paradise.
And on her valleys, did volcanoes burst -
the burning magma, on the rise.
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A withered bud, on the earth she lay..
her skin so wet, her form- now so frail.
Venus' wine, into her, had made its way,
Or had she fed on a toxic grail ?
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Love's torture, she could take no more.
They had her killed..the devil's bride.
Alas ! She was no whore .
Lucy died..... satisfied !!

-saurabh chaudhary

(Note: This is work of imagination, it dont have any relation with any person living or dead.)