Poem : The Girl with the Red Apple

A poem written based on a short story I am writing.

The dogs howled in unison,
Whatever is the reason?
They sensed her presence,
Without a question.

Her familiar scent filled the air,
She was there,
Yes, she was there.

She was back,
For her revenge.
With an apple,
In her hands.
A knife in another,
Leila, she was, no other.

She suffered the humiliation,
Now it is time for retaliation.

Is it too late?
She asked herself.
The youth he ate,
The tears she shed.
Her body buried signless,
When would she find her very own heaven?

She entered the room,
Without a sound.
He felt a presence,
He turned around.

The familiar black satin dress,
she wore.
He told her she loved it,
he swore.

She looked at him,
Without an expression.
She didn't feel at all,
Devoid of emotions.

******

He was found dead,
Beside an apple.
The fruit was stucked,
With pins and needles.
In his hands, he grapple,
A black satin cloth,
The scent of apple.

Leila, she was, no other.