I dreamt we were in the Garden of Eden
Where the snake was no demon
But its own peaceful, fearful equal
Vehemently no vegan either
As He lunged at my angel virtually fire-breathing
Fangs drawn as my cleaver severed His head
The kill so instant as fear subsided
Yet our hearts bled
That this beautiful creature must die
As we wept and screamed up to the sky
"Dear Lord, why?"
To which there was no answer, no clue nor sign
The path now set for us to carve and create
Destiny drawn with every new line
In our hands the unquestionable fate
We were in a world where She would have given Her life
Before harming another
Yet I took it upon myself
To protect my significant other
However it was not in the face of darkness
Yet in the bright burning sunlight
It was then that She stressed
With a hardness and understanding for which
She felt compelled to convey
With a knot in Her chest
That She thanked me and understood
The position I was in
For my actions were not only for betterment of mankind
But an undying love somewhat blind but never resigned
To protecting my own
With every organ, blood, flesh and bone
For I was only human
And now was a scene so horribly gruesome
A body and bones we were left with
To bury and deliver a eulogy well-deserved
But the skies circled with all the hungry birds
The ravens, crows and vultures soared in to feast
Upon this magnificent laden beast
And in return the bluebirds, squirrels and sloths
Brought the lushest fruit from the highest treetops
So numb we held hands
We never gave in to any demands
We recognised this was no satanic temptation
But nature in its unrelenting, unforgiving, honest
And magical representation
A higher order
Not one of slaughter, chaos and disorder
We were not to murder and torture
But live true to our being
Our design never flawed as we'd once believed
A third eye no longer blind but all-seeing
Understanding the writings of frauds
As all of a sudden I delved into thoughtSo deep
I not only realised
As I began to weep
And drift in and out of sleep
How all this time we had it all wrong
Here with a woman so perfect
So strong
And I willing to fight for Her life
Wielding a knife
Despite taking an oath
To live without harming another
Gatherers we were
But never an unnecessary hunter
For we were together in a blissful paradise
The feeling was every part admissible
The ultimate slice of life
An abundance we shared
With every creation
To which we expressed an unmatched appreciation
Until this one unholy fateful day that turned to night
A treacherous plight
To which we had only ourselves to blame yet forgive
More than anything I wanted Her to live
In a time well before any saint or nun
Our souls deeply connected
We were together as one
And as I relaxed my grasp so tense
The sweat from my palm dripped
And I had the sense
To think "where the hell did this knife even come from?"
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PoetryA spattering of poetry and ultra short tales of love, loss, depression, oppression, animal rights, human rights, existentialism and dates with Lady Satan Herself! High Highs!: 1st #animalrights 1st #suicidalideation 3rd #poesy 7th #uplifting Conten...