My Poems

Freedom by Murder

As night tide tip-toes in,

he brought his rage inside my door.

The beast of bitter loathing,

I shall suffer nevermore.

What cold and dark reprieve

then ushers in this autumn chill,

would he but leave me lifeless?

Is it me that he would kill?

But this the final incident,

none else should ever know.

How then would demon follow me

to where black flowers grow.

Shadows come and fade again,

with tidings such as these.

An ill wind blew complacent,

“Irukandji” said the breeze.

A dragon that was known

to have the taste for human flesh.

I’d have to lure him craftily,

let dragon do the rest.

I ran myself quite breathless

as I fled through fabled bosk.

I led my father to believe

I’d gotten somewhat lost.

Moving through the land of neigh,

I bid my demon heed.

I’d lead him to a grim demise

and urge this gruesome deed;

to kill the bastard quietly,

and rid me of this woe.

Let dragon take him thankfully

and no one else would know.

An ominous perfume upon

the wind said I was near.

The voice inside my head said,

it was me that he should fear.

A waft of noxious flora

to this I did concur;

a bleaker flower growing here,

the blackest lavender.

With a scent of death divine,

‘twas bleaker flower growing;

just outside the dragon’s lair,

I shivered with this knowing.

Which is it then I wondered,

who is now the greater beast.

I beckoned father closer,

to be famished dragon’s feast.

I urged the grander brute come forth,

and called him by his name;

a low and rumbling growl came from

deep within the darkened cave.

‘Irukandji take this man’ I cried,

and quickly backed away.

I’ll not soon forget the screams

that dark and rueful day.

I morbidly stood watching

as my father clawed the stone,

the sound of eager crunching

as its teeth hewed flesh from bone.

And then the deed was done,

I heaved a sigh through trembling lips.

A deadly burden gone indeed,

nd my own life to live.