Prelude to Blood

After months of waiting and hurting because of her...
I've made up my mind to go through with the dreaded deed;
There can be only one type of justice for her crimes...
I will take away the weapons of her cunning breed.

First, I'll quiet that tongue, take it right out of her mouth...
And end the promises, for they were nothing but lies;
I've lost count of how many times she gave me false hope...
Sweet words from such pretty lips, but no truth in her eyes.

Then while she's considering her new vow of silence...
I'll remove for her, in fact, her most evil part;
That which is the cause of my unbearable sorrows...
I'll cut from her bosom, that cancerous cold, black heart.

I take the knife from its hiding place in the dresser...
And contemplate its weight and how it feels in the hands;
I close my eyes to summon all my courage to act...
And when I open them in my way, my sister stands.

She looks deep into my eyes and gently speaks my name...
I try to resist, after all, she's one of "her" kind;
Yet, even at my darkest hours, sis has been here...
To fix my broken heart or to ease my troubled mind.

She takes the blade away, and the tears stream down my cheeks...
Guiding me across the room, she sits with me awhile;
Rocking me in her arms as she whispers in my ear...
Reminding there are good times and making me smile.

Again she has restored me with her selfless caring...
And as she lays me down to sleep, all is as it seems;
With her love following me into slumber, perchance...
Tonight I won't see, the blood on my hands, in my dreams.

Vlad the Impaler (aka Fox)

© August 1994