Upon the palace roof he walked around
for his poor restless soul no sleep had found.
But then those eyes of his all red and sore
could not believe the lovely sight they saw.
For there across the rooftops he could see
a woman as naked as she could be.
He had to pinch himself to make sure
that it was no apparition that he saw.
Then his testosterone levels just soared
as with lust and passion his body roared.
This was how the awful saga began
of the murder of an innocent man.
(To be continued)
This poem was a finalist in the February 2019 poetry contest