The Black Orchid Witch

The Black Orchid Witch

When gardens are left neglected, weeds n’ blight are sure to grow,
So that flowers once carefully cultivated, to bloom in splendor for show,
Will wither n’ rot in the passing of time, until their beauty quietly fades.
As when vanity is ignored, while love’s delicate blossom is slowly betrayed.
Kiera was once like a delicate flower, displayed alone in an exquisite vase,
And I obsessed to possess n’ nothing less, for the beauty of her face.
Our love was nurtured in due course, until that day she became all mine.
And though I pampered her with lavish lifestyle, Kiera soon began to pine.
Perhaps the grasp of love, should have never been held so tight,
For suspicions crept in n’ obsessions conceived, one unwelcome night.

Now, if the past is left to fray, while the years quietly endure,
Fables n’ myths are passed along, till in time no one is quite sure.
And so it was with the allure, of a vase Kiera inherited from the past,
For it was said of its bearer, beauty is bequeathed and will forever last.
A day would come when I wouldn’t hear what was asked, then later told,
So the vase Kiera treasured would be forgotten, and left out in the cold.
With gold etched thru its glass, forming slender vines,
They reached to delicate flowers, colored exquisitely sublime.
Its color was iridescent blue, which shimmered like running water,
And if vanity could submit to love, it would be passed to a daughter.
Just an old wives tale, is what most people would sigh,
And yet, of the magic in its promise, very few would fully deny.

When intimacy was still fun n’ games, as our love first started to bud,
My vision was blurred n’ my heart stirred, so I missed smell of blood.
After a while, when I no longer beguiled, bitter resentment became her friend.
So I’d close my eyes n’ ignore her sighs, but for the demands I couldn’t pretend
“Only Black Orchids can be displayed in my vase”, Kiera would often swear,
Which certainly stoked the vanity she held, for her dark silky hair.
Now Kiera grasped this possession, oh so very tight,
Till fear of loss slipped in, during the dead of night.
So she removed the vase from the marble shelf,
where it had been pretentiously displayed for show,
And then secretly concealed it in a prison, intended only to stow.
For years Kiera kept the vase hidden, in its velvet lined storage box,
Carefully securing her treasure, from life’s unexpected shocks.
So the sands of time drifted onward, and quietly slid past,
While dust upon the marble shelf, slowly began to amass.
But obsession to solely possess, grew beneath her very breast,
Until she hid her precious vase away, in an old cedar chest.
Then in the same way the magic faded, for most matriarchs before,
The promise of Kiera’s vase, seemed to slowly work no more.

In the course of time, Liliana arrived on a warm summer’s eve,
And by destiny’s decree, her mother’s looks she should soon receive.
But when Destiny encounters Volition, Destiny’s child might not survive.
So I deceived Volition n’ tampered with Destiny to keep her promise alive.
With Liliana in the nursery, as Kiera drifted into a deep abiding rest,
I stole away with quiet resolve, to take her vase from the cedar chest
Having learned what was required, for the vase to be bequeathed,
I set in motion the irrevocable blood bond, I didn’t trust Kiera to complete.
In time Liliana’s beauty blossomed, beyond that which Kiera could rival,
Causing my mind to despair, with fear for my daughter’s survival.
And thou I should’ve let a mother’s love, be nurtured as ours had before.
Instead I sent her off to school, where she could learn n’ explore.
As Liliana went on her way, there were very few words spoken,
So I turned to face a life, with my grieving heart now broken.

Considering that it is often, foolish acts of vanity,
That sets in motion the fate, driving one to insanity…
When conceit and the devil, do chance to meet,
The plans that are conceived, always end bittersweet.
Yes, dirty little obsessions, began playing their devious games,
And greed quietly crept in, causing my lady to covet fame.
Kiera then decreed that all should know, how truly blessed,
Craving acknowledgment, for what beauty she still possessed.
So she persisted with demands, for plans to host a special event.
And with a thought to display her vase, Kiera envisioned fame’s ascent.
Purposefully planned for a night, with the full autumn moon’s gleam,
So both would be gently showered, by the light of a dazzling moonbeam.
They’d be presented in our gardens, adorned with vanity n’ pride,
In order for all to witness their beauty, displayed side by side.

But when the anticipated moment of pageantry, finally arrived,
I cannot tell you how many guests, callously turned aside.
Of course, gossip n’ whispering, had long ago sparked the flame.
And with her pride now blemished, Kiera turned to place blame.
As I witnessed Kiera’s final tears transform to flecks of frost,
I knew I could never endure, what this night would surly cost.
Walking away from the wrath, that was certain to unfold,
I never did hear what was asked, then indignantly told.
And so an icy chill, blew in from an accusing stare,
Which seemed to draw in, the breath of an early winter air.
When the last guest departed, no one really knows,
But Kiera’s vase cracked that night, as the water slowly froze.

Now, should the ties that bind, slowly begin to fray,
The love that was once found, is never lost in a day,
But when cut with a knife, fast and cold,
You’d better run quickly, or you’ll never grow old.
Yet, as she was my flower, that I once obsessed to possess,
I was unable leave, but despaired none the less.
The season of autumn had ended, prematurely that night,
As the grounds were later blanketed, with a snow virgin white.
And the winter that settled in, was long and bitter cold,
So quietly sleeping for a spell, we let time slowly unfold.

When spring finally arrived, Kiera began waking well before dawn,
To walk the grounds callously, with a spirit that evil had spawned.
And guided by the Prince of Darkness, she happened across,
Her precious vase, which had been left out in the frost.
As she reached to lift it up, the top broke cleanly apart,
And at that very moment lost, what remained of her heart.
Later as Kiera held the broken piece, turned upside down,
Wicked intentions were conceived, as it appeared to her a crown.
In time news of the vase’s demise, would spread wide n’ far,
But the deeds that happened next, were tragically bizarre.
There was a fire late that night, but its origin never known,
Only that if Liliana ever returned, she’d now be all alone.
For, as the fire smoldered, and town’s folk milled about,
My corpse was horrifically found, with its heart cut out.

Yes, the top of her beloved vase, which had taken the shape of a crown,
Encircled my heart, ending my life, as it was vengefully driven down.
It was then that Kiera completely understood, but perhaps all too late.
The vase was infused with magic, entering me to forever alter my fate.
She glowered in stunned dismay, as my unfading shadow rose with quiet grace.
Knowing she freed my heart to be her nemesis, while my spirit remained in this place.
Trying in vain to reclaim, that which had just been lost,
Kiera would forfeit her mortality, as an unintended cost.
She devoured my bleeding heart, as its beat gradually slowed n’ color faded black.
Not realizing there was a part of the magic, which she could never get back.
So in a failed in an attempt, to make the magic switch,
Kiera was transformed, into the Black Orchid Witch.

There are still many threads to weave, thru other stories yet to be told.
With secrets to the magic revealed, that are certain to unfold.
So my spirit lingers on, as the Black Orchid Witch roams the hills,
Waiting on Liliana’s return to right these grievous ills.