Laugh?
There is no laughter in my heart my lady!
Only heat searing love do I hold as precious for you.
You paint yourself wrong my lady!
There is no colour to portray you on a canvas!
Blackest black,
Midnight without the silvered moon
No starlight shines this night
When you are abroad.
Oh! Deep darkness covers all!
And within it, she sees; her eyes so sharp,
accustomed to the black pierces through darkness thick.
Scan out that unwilling victim
sat in the box, metal surrounding
resting on 4 rubber tyres all around,
oblivious to that one
who stalks him out like a predator!
That predator, slathering and heated so
ready to feel the warmth of reddening blood
seeping from the wounds, so deeply punctured.
Cold the flesh,
Limp now in death.
She sweeps away, her cloak behind,
masking the blood soaked footsteps amongst the splattered daisies.
Satiated she returns
