The Predator

The wind is blowing with winter’s air

And the grey skies cry in despair

For hidden away in darkness somewhere

Is a little boy who needs some care

And up above his head wood creaks

He holds his breath as she softly speaks

“Please don’t!” but the breathless heaving seeks

To snuff away all air it leaks

And when the mother’s corpse lay still

The man got up and left his kill

The boys snuck out upon his will

To witness the work of the devil

And he screamed and he wailed

And he wept and he yelled

But no mercy brought back her life

No force could turn back times of strife.

He picked himself up and wiped his eyes

He walked, numb, through all the lies

They told, his mother was a whore,

He a bastard, son no more,

Yet he saw her corpse every night

And grew to despise every woman in sight

His heart melted at the sight of one,

Who soon crushed him, denial undone,

How could she reject him, oh that whore!

She’ll pay the price, that’s for sure,

He picked up the acid and knocked on her door

He smiled at her screams, content at the gore,

That’s when he heard a whimper from the shelf

Her little brother wept, now much like himself.

19/12/14