Alone I have lived, culling guests, Unwanted types in my domain. Punishing through my cleaver’s pain, Farmer of man, killing my guests.

Mercy shown to her with the breasts, Unmoved by my stealth or marred face. As I think, she is bound in place, Offering to stay, truth or lies? Death in escape, if she dares try, Or suffer my need by my grace.

Thom’s Brutality

‘You think so highly of yourself, don’t you?’ Thom’s red eyes flashed with anger, ‘let me show you what you are!’

They had been lovers once, meeting in his hidden cottage,

The recluse and his concubine.

At length, he forbade her to leave, Kept her chained.

But with cunning, she abandoned the brute, Escaped.

Her legs had carried her far, through field and

woodlands,

Avoiding the roads,

Yet he still found her,

Yet he dragged her back to his home, her prison.

With twine he tied her hands above her head, Tied the rope excruciatingly tight, Biting into her wrists with threads.

His savage body forced her back against the wall and he tore down her leggings.

In the cool light of day, he pulled her shirt and bra up to reveal erect cherry nipples,

And without hesitation took one into his mouth and sucked hard.

Her determination weakened, her fury diminished, Twisted into desire.

His hand stroked her thigh until it met wetness, There he circled his fingers tantalizing her.

His teeth took hold of her nipple and bit, She yelped with a painful need.

His kisses dropped to her belly button, The creature encircled it with his tongue before exploring lower.

Teeth nipped gently,

Fingers entered her expertly, He sucked at her arousal, Bit carefully.

Her back arched as she willingly offered herself, a sacrifice to his dominant caresses.

Her eyes closed,

Her belly quickened and tightened,

Moans escaped from her slightly parted lips. He drew his mouth back to her breasts as his hand took control of her intractable lust.

The well in her stomach overflowed.

‘This is what you are,’ he growled, ‘this is all you are.’

A thrumming sensation pulsed through her belly, Her head tilted back, and she moaned a needy sigh, Release was imminent, she could not resist.

Thom released his grip and stepped back, ‘look at you,’ he sneered.

Kira’s body still ached for him, betraying her so cruelly.

‘Now beg me,’

His erection pressed firmly against his trousers as he watched,

Her submissive, tied body hanged desperately before him.

‘Please,’

‘Please what?’

‘Please Thom, take me.’

His arm reached around her back and laid her on the rough floor.

His own excitement quelled mercilessly,

As he gazed over her restrained body laying helplessly.

He had reduced her to this and that only made him want her more.

In an instant he was inside her, driving furiously and cruelly through her.

This was not love, it was a desperate fury.

Kira, unable to hold back any longer,

Clenched her fists, a ball of fire burned through her entire being.

Her total wantonness forced Thom’s desire to the brink,

In an instant he filled her, groaning deeply throughout his own release.

And once again she was his captive.

Henry Menteur I

Killed,

Killed her, Dead I did!

A shallow grave, There her bones do lay.

Throttled, stabbed, ripped apart, Thrown, the torn limbs. Lying down.

They lay, dust smattered, gasping low, Show me the crime scenes, I will show you. There her bones lay, by the highway, Beast’s carcass, rotting woman. Ever loved, waned woman, Mine, my passion’s crime.

Blood on my hands,

I, repent,

Sinner, Killed.

Henry Menteur II

Show,

Our fiend, Take us there, To loved one fair.

We will remind you, Help you find her body.

Along dusty roads we drive, Sure, we help you in location, Give the family’s a tearful peace. This is the spot, our photo’s say, Here we dig for shallow grave.

Here the dry bones once lay,

Place of your affray, Correct my man!

We got him,

Clearly, Done!

Henry Menteur III

Plea?

Guilty,

I will plea,

For it was me!

Full, true disclosure, Haste; sentence! The others?

Guilt plagues my soul for others!

Guilt plagues my sin ridden, bleak soul! Extreme sorrow, hundreds scream from graves, Tortured, suffered; perished in pain.

Painful silence breaks new hell,

Full co-operation, Offered timidly.

Assure reward,

I inform, You pay, Play.

Henry Menteur IV

Sir,

Tell us,

Marshalls true, Of crimes and sin, Assist you, we shall.

Here, read our evidence, Choose your victims, star witness.

Study books, pictures, point them out, Wake your memory, inform with notes. Windfall, window from heaven’s gate, Case files and milkshakes to sate. Smokes, fresh linen and fans, Anything you need.

Crime scene photo,

Inform us, Use us, Users.

Henry Menteur V

This,

Picture, This was me.

Look, throttled,

Look, her stockings,

Threaded about neck.

Drives, excites, informs!

Mine, auburn haired beauty,

Rejects, regrets, stole her skin, Innocent’s skin between her thighs.

Sweet, succulent like my cool milkshake.

Used, abused, dropped. Cold rejection. Heartless as her heartlessness, My cool, cruel demeanour.

Let me loose in here,

Another smoke, Room to room, I roam.

Star.

Henry Menteur VI

Girls, Both girls, Great recall.

Look here at this,

There in the picture;

Blade, silver, black hilt, Slice through flesh and throat.

Skins, bones, guts, flays women, Tights placed aside, new methods.

Pleas, cries and woes fell on deaf ears, Pleasure, from looking, pleasure from dreams.

Never knowing when this run ends,

Never knowing death row’s cry, I, your saviour, call, Call all of the shots.

You must comply,

Families, Media, Fame.

Henry Menteur VII

Greece!

He claims,

Killed there too, Walked there, drifter, Strolled across oceans.

Lies! Editor, falsehoods, Investigate these mad claims.

Give me this story, prove the lies, Marshalls know, share information.

Courts should know, pathological lies,

Treading on toes, poor family woes,

Expect swift retribution, Expect swift rebuttal, Expect a backlash.

Marshall corrupt,

Killer, liar, Destroyer, Of hope.

Sins.

Henry Menteur VIII

Stabbed,

Her heart, Heartless man.

Mother’s victim, Beaten, abused, marred.

Twists soul, strips conscience, Grief ridden, pained, lone hound, Seeks niche, seeks worth, seeks reason.

Fame’s light falls, Prison’s warm home. Hope. Hope’s light falls, Prison’s kind home. Marshalls, Friends, strange friends. Shakes, cigars, sheets. Lone victim, villain, worth killed,

Entwined in deception, Impotent and weak.

Stuck in his hell,

Stabbing lies, Hurtful, Dead.

Henry Menteur IX

Lies,

Media,

Frenzy mad,

Threatening law, Threatening all sides, Court’s debacle reigns.

Hundreds, unsolved cases, Kinship dread, devastations, Legal battleground, blaze erupts.

Menteur, lone hound languishes in cell, Occasional interviews come, Admits lying, avoids death. Liar’s sentence revoked, Room, board, family.

All incentives, Always were!

Killer, Lies.

Henry Menteur X

Truth,

Killed some,

Known but not, Strays and road waifs, Stabbed, taken, interred.

Never thought, accept lies,

Truth runs deep, bloodied rivers, Dense, they thought, stupidly guilty.

Dank abyss; soul ridden with guilt’s lust, Cries, songs to my wicked, blank ears, Memories, cherished. Hidden.

Give me room, give me food, Give me life’s shelter, I will give lies.

Avoid death, Relish, Sin.

Desade and Jezebel

Fallen woman, red in cloth with the mind-set of

Duclos,

Eager to please, coins dropped at her feet as she fed them.

Jezebel, an aptly named harlot requiting all manner of sin,

Delving into the unnameable without remorse, only gin.

House of crimson, known only to the wealthiest gentlemen,

Expenses high, enslaving the innocent fortune seekers,

Trained in the blackest and most provocative arts.

The basis of her own career, where the new girl starts.

Poor pious Renee, bastard of the righteous archbishop,

Sold to Jezebel for a fair price. Brushed away like crumbs.

Taught reluctantly to please the good gentlemen well, Despising every touch, flinching away from each swell.

Desade enlists a pair for his palace, sends a luxury carriage.

Renee and Jezebel driven under the shroud of a cruel moon,

To a province without law, just one man’s constitution,

He is angered by Renee’s prayers for a swift retribution.

Duke Desade leads them to his ghastly, fortified chateau,

And the portcullis is drawn, and the heavy door bolted.

There in begins a cruel banquet; a meal for three, Servings raw and unbaked with debauched atrocity.

Jezebel; a timely connoisseur of such culinary delights,

Offers herself willingly and offers her slave abundantly.

Arms pulled up to the ceiling Renee’s naked body starved,

As she yearns to be fed, her precious, pious skin is carved.

Still, she prays, rising Desade’s vexation,

But bites her lip with stubborn indignation,

Jezebel laughs, playing with sick imagination, Much to the Duke’s amusement and depraved sensation.

Shutters censor daylight confusing the white mare, Branded, for his pleasure and on Jezebel’s whim,

Crying out for greater punishment for the praying sin!

Jezebel comes under the Duke’s protection, not the pony!

Finally released and fed, she falls to her saintly knees, The position gives the twisted man a reason to be pleased.

Taking Jezebel, he leaves the weakened beast supine. Taking Jezebel, greatest pleasure for one so wellversed,

Knowing only the filly will be coldly rigid in the hearse.

Mustering a final strength, Renee battles her woeful ills,

Clambers to her feet, seeking an exit in their absence, As the lusty duo indulge further with sparkling absinthe.

From stony wall to barricaded window Renee flies, Not realising the open door is no coincidence. Escaping with newfound strength she flees into the woods,

Hounds released with pleasure, for the libertine whore traded her goods.

Save Me

Falling; hoping to be caught, Locked in a lakeside cabin, Prisoner; saviour urgently sought.

Desperately gazing into the forest, Waiting for the demon’s misty thought.

Falling; hoping to be caught,

Rising through the cracked floors,

Seeping up, face evil with distort. She runs with nowhere to go, No one to aid, for her life she fought.

Falling; hoping to be caught, Moonlit dirt smoothers her corpse, Submitting to his desire and mort.

He lifts her from life to life eternal, In her heart his menacing blade is caught.

Doctor

Adrenaline!

Adrenaline pumps preventing fainting, The needle rips out.

Tourniquet tightens, Gripping the upper arm. Stinging burns as an incision is made, Deeper the blade sinks.

Music drowns the screams.

Through the tendons, Pinging viciously, Setting teeth on edge, Nerves fray.

Saw whirrs grimly, Tears into the bone, Excruciating!

Exiting to cut meat.

Flames and salt burn.

Adrenaline! More adrenaline, Vomiting.

Fighting the straps.

Tourniquet, incision, Another arm lost.

Eyelashes tugged back, Strapped.

Needle encloses, Menaces, Drives forwards. Pierces and sickens, Pokes the brain.

Iodine wiped,

Amber stomach,

Pulsing with pants.

Cutting,

Burning and nauseating. Gloved hand reaches in, Useless organ removed, Cauterised.

Sharp stitches sew.

‘I always wanted to be a pathologist!’ The young boy whispers.

The drill is plugged in, the scrawny woman’s groan falls on pitiless ears.

The Deserving

Rented shed, alone in the clearing, Isolated, a lone sad soul. Perfect.

Strapped tightly to a table, Mouth unhindered.

He wants to hear the screams.

First a toe, clipped, so smoothly,

Another toe. Tied, minimal blood loss.

Guilt thwarted as he stares.

Photo is all he has; his wife and daughter.

A reminder during cries from a deserving sinner.

The week passes quickly and slowly, Depending on perspective.

Digits succinctly, suavely removed.

A foot, another. Served as a gruesome feed.

Adrenaline injections, the torture lasts.

Blood smatters the dirty tools, An antibiotic drip ensures survival.

Drops of water, flesh sustenance.

Vomiting. Crimson stains darken.

Thinning, weakening, pleading.

Blonde hair flowing by the sea, Smiles in better times.

A family ripped apart to please;

The sick depravities of the chained monster.

Only a scarlet speckled picture remains.

Arms, thigh with vegetables and parsley jus.

Good chefs serve all dishes well. Vengeance decayed his life, career, home,

It is all that is left.

Pitiful torso, knife in the spine, head on a stick.

Adrenaline, antibiotics, tight tourniquets.

No one enters the private land, Security and warnings, far from humanity.

The gun brings him home.

The monster lies, prolonged suffering.

Deserving.

The Horror

Axing

Brazen Bull

Crushing

Drowning

Electrocuting

Flagellation

Garrotting

Hypothermia

Impalement

Jet

Kneecapping

Lancing

Mutilation

Noise

Onager

Parrilla

Quarterstaff

Rats

Scalping

Tarring

Uzi

Vergeltungswaffen

Waterboarding

Xenon

Yielding

Zoo

Slipping Away

Compassionate, passionate words exchanged, As crimson berries frost beyond harvest’s glow. Chilling, isolated nights draw in, dank clouds, Suffocate the moonlight, whilst hot coals burn.

Wrapped in knitted blankets under a thatched roof, She taps away to her unknown, kindly lover.

Strangers sharing solitude, reaching across lands, Hope brimming, stealing away lonely sorrow.

An unusual beauty; spiralling, velvety-brown hair, Wide eyes gazing wistfully, sharing snippets; Orphaned in her country prison, abandoned, lost.

Her prince responds eagerly, heeding every word, Scared and vulnerable, ploughing out the days. She goes through each motion, waiting listlessly, Needing the connection that pings on screen.

Friendship forged; desires fuelled into passion.

As the nights shorten, he pleads for a lusty union, As the nights shorten, she acquiesces wantonly. No friends to speak of, she travels secretly, Curled on the chair, sordid messages exchanged.

Her phone their connection, the train thuds along.

Elated, she sees him at the station; darkly suave, As handsome as his images promised; tall, kind.

Shyly she crumples into the passenger seat, Fluttering her introverted lashes at her prince, She falls in love, hardly hearing his soft words.

They pull into his remote forest as dusk falls,

He speaks of preparing a sumptuous feast,

Fit for a king. His palace; a rickety cottage, But she only sees the rustic charm of his lair, Taking her hand, he leads her through the dirt.

Furnished in times gone by, somewhat dilapidated, Charming to her closed eyes. Cases carried in. Hungry and tired from her journey she sits,

At his generous invitation on the sullen sofa.

He chops carrots, onions, tomatoes and greens.

A pot boils and bubbles over the cracking range, An array of colourful vegetables drop, and steam. She breathes in the parsley scented aroma,

As his hands caress her locks and stroke her skin.

As the food cooks he builds a fire of logs.

Only the heat from the fire lights their palace, He strips her sensually taking in every curve, Smothering her quivering flesh with rough hands. Her naked form stretches before his black eyes, Perfectly shaved as promised, to his taste.

Hard at the prospect, he removes his clothes, Hands press her nubile form into the rug, Lavishing her with kisses, and licks, he attends.

Abandoned, she breathes heavily at each stroke, Until he fills and feels her; compassionate passion.

Reeling as his body drives and strides into hers,

She aches and pleads for more; his mouth covers, Feeds on every inch of her skin, forces her release. Inside her once again, his angry release follows, And sensually he massages her spent muscles.

Aromatic oils, prepared by his experienced hands, Rubbed deeply into her as she falls entranced, Succumbing to the prince’s magical spell. As he lifts her, she slips away, Oil through his fingers.

As he lifts her, she slips away, threatens loss, For before women left never to return.

His fears churn in his hollow belly,

Knowing what will come,

Oh, to keep her.

Two strong arms lift her gentle, fed body, Carry her without strain or effort, She surrenders to their power. Sees the raised, bronze bath, Relaxes as he lowers her.

Warm water floods about her, eyes close. Arms drop beneath the ripples, Inhales as oils are poured. Aromatic, relaxing, Deadly.

Water warms, beneath the tub flames burn. Overhead a cover is swiftly drawn, Enclosing her, encapsulating her. He steps back from the burner, Water flow ceases.

Screams begin as the oily water boils,

And drains. Skin sticks to the pan,

Searing chills burn icily,

Shrill yells roar; Brazen.

Shuddering she curls, burns and begs,

Beyond help. Her body agony;

Frozen in treacherous fire, Skin melts wickedly, Naked flesh.

Carrots sliced and diced perfectly,

Onions caramelised and roasted,

Parsnips, honey glazed,

Tomatoes chopped,

Cabbage boiled.

Sweet potatoes fried slowly,

Buttered suede and squash,

Parsley courgettes, Spinach spiced, Mint.

Served eloquently, and artistically.

Secretly, long woodland room,

Long wooden table, Long silver plate, Scented.

An array of colourful vegetables,

Encapsulating the basted meat,

Her roasted, preserved form; Oil and honey glazed, Smoking.

His forever.

Treacherous Tanka

He knew from first sip,

Poisons clearly misted wine, Spoke from careful lip, Her funeral, also mine.

Buried crying, wife so fine.

Clarissa and the Farm Hand

Clarissa, queen of the manor, Hard-nosed boss and crueller wife, Had a penchant for the farm hands.

Enforced stable dalliances.

Silas, strong and handsome, arrived, Instantly employed for her quim. Set to work on cattle herding, She watched his sturdy body writhe. Silas scorched her ardour alive, Low dresses, accidental pour, Leading ’til he could take no more.

Unbuckling his dirty pants,

Lifting her dress, passionate pants, Clarissa, queen of the manor.

Trysts in the stables after dinner, Coupling in surrounding woods, Meeting as often as they could. Tragedy hurt lady sinner, The girl was pretty and thinner. Maid of the manor, an indoor life, Burdened his lady, evil strife.

Beaten, bruised, and taken far, Sold by evil men, his crushed star.

Hard-nosed boss and crueller wife.

To win back his older lover, Silas used his wiles and guile,

His plan to sate her truly vile.

In the fresh straw lay his lover, Eyes blindfolded and well smothered.

Ropes tightened on ankles and hands,

His tongue ran up her quim as planned, Until she could suffer no more, He took her with a mighty roar.

Horses cried, as he used his hands.

Rubbing her leg with the horse whip,

Slapping her thigh until she cried,

He knew her body well, her pride, And cracked her hip with the horse whip. Ropes tightened, raising the queen’s hip, Whips cracked in the air, but not his.

Instant pain seared each limb, she hissed, Horses ran, limbs stretched. Torn, severed.

Head-torso collapsed and slithered.

Enforced stable dalliances.

Charismatic

Charismatic

Smiling

Laughing

Hiding

Sinister

Devouring

Manipulative

Charismatic

Grinning

Maddening

Concealing

Twisted

Magnetic

Attractive

Charismatic

Sadistic

Charming

Unrealistic

Hovering

Stalking

Pleasing

Charismatic

Pretending

Charismatic

Disassembling

Charismatic

Following

Charismatic

Distorted

Charismatic

Unconvincing

Charismatic

Disembowelling

Hunger

They met online

A dark place

Complemented each other

Needs emotionally met

Home for everyone

On the web

Fell in love

A passionate hunger

Desperate to meet

Speaking and sharing

Day and night

Their mutual fantasy

The dark web

Darker places exist

Arrangements are made

Crossing the sea

Towards a town

Small Alpine town

Where little happens

A romantic meal

Two passionate men

Old, austere, classy

Drink flows easily

Making proceedings easy

Heady absinthe intoxicates

Sinking in spirits

Relaxing nervous bodies

Bath is poured

One bathes warmly

The other prepares

Surgical scissors cut

His manhood removed

A perfect fry

Bleeding to death

Aroused as another

Feeds on him

Life drifts away

A luxurious end

Agony and ecstasy

His corpse dismembered

Frozen for later

His eternal lover

Merging strangely together

Some sick logic

In infatuated minds

Nasty Nonnet

Blade skimmed across ardent hard nipples,

Victim to the killer’s hard lusts, Moaning as the knife lowers, Steel caresses her legs. Fear frozen body, Quivers darkly.

He relents, Attacks, Takes.

Buried by the Sea

Punished, taken from protective law’s arms, For speaking to save one’s own worthless hide, Surrendering old friends, buried in tide.

Digging the hole on beach by abandoned farms,

Begging for forgiveness, enemies snide,

Waiting for the overthrow of tide’s calms, Shivering at gunpoint, nowhere to hide.

Forced into the wide hole, no more alarms, Nonchalantly taking them for a ride,

Sand thrown down fast, filling from the inside. Waves wash in instigating the cruel harms,

Choking, smothering his worthless, fake hide, And there in his hole, he drowns in the tide.

Gargling

Gargling on acid,

Dared to drink poison brew,

Burns through, but not gin.

Nancy’s Elegy

My wife, I miss you so much.

I think of the day I met you serving in a bar,

Your ringlets hung like bluebells,

And you wore more make-up than necessary.

But beneath the cheap appearance I saw the real you.

I saw the gentle you,

The you that I took home and perfected.

My Nancy, I miss you so much.

I think of our holidays in Cuba, that I paid for, And some of your funny habits.

Poorly domesticated, quirky Nancy. Safe under my wing.

But beneath the fearful disguise I saw the real you. Protected you from scheming ‘friends,’ The you that I married far from home, just us.

My wife, I miss you so much.

I think of your attempts to please me, and your mistakes,

How you understood the need for my correction, And learned to apologize for your failures.

But beneath that sorry exterior I saw the real you. A head-strong type, hiding money in a secret account, Attempting to thwart my nightly desire for you.

My Nancy, I miss you so much.

I think of our walks along the isolated beach by our home,

How I lavished you with presents,

And allowed you to swim in my watchful presence. But beneath the isolation I saw the real you,

Tried so hard to correct and reason, And reminded you of the debt owed.

My wife, I miss you so much.

I miss watching your eyes pleading under the sea’s sweet sheen,

I miss your futile attempts to escape my grasp as the bubbles rose.

I miss you, but you are not gone.

Once Upon an Eyeball

Sadistic torture

Syringe steadily moving

Expecting stinging

Agonising pain

Penetrating the iris

Lids ripped away

Dry biting the lens

Needle twisting viciously

Torn out abruptly

Drowned by her own screams

Tied hands furiously clench

Scalpel glints menacing

Sharp cuts throb tears fall

Crimson droplets hit her cheek

Salt thrashes the wounds

Searing pain thrust in

Dark fluid pours profusely

Eye gouged slowly

Released tormented

Once upon a lost eyeball Torture lamented!

Living

He had always envisioned a life beyond plain Derek, A dull man; financially solvent, antisocial and alone. Belle occupied every waking dream, A softly spoken auburn-haired librarian.

Books were a love they shared,

Everyday, as he exchanged his novels, he saw sadness.

He had always envisioned a life beyond plain Derek, He was her knight in shining armour, willing to rescue.

Belle needed him, he reasoned.

A perfect life of stability and home could be offered.

Derek pursued her continually, waiting.

Words were exchanged, hurtful words that she could not mean.

He had always envisioned a life beyond plain Derek, Restraining orders would not stop him from saving her.

Belle was ready for the taking, and he took her.

At first, she struggled and fought hard.

Blood was shed, but he promised her salvation.

After a time, she was subdued, and love exchanged.

He had always envisioned a life beyond plain Derek, Now every waking hour focused on serving his prize. Belle was kept safe and comfortable in her ivory tower,

His palace; the centre of his world, his business epicentre.

She sat quietly in his office whilst he worked, He dressed her in the finest clothes and held her at night.

He had always envisioned a life beyond plain Derek, Snuggling her close to him as they watched evening films.

Belle was his angel, she made him feel young, And exquisitely sated.

He lavished her with flowers.

She sat quietly as he cooked his evening meal, always watching, attentive and unblinking.

He had always envisioned a life beyond plain Derek, But never envisaged that his doors would be broken in;

Police swarmed searching for his prisoner, many complaints!

The smell coming from his flat was ghastly they said,

Perhaps due to the corpse that lay dressed in finery,

Supine on the sofa with eyes opened attentively, And smothered with flies and larvae; His living doll.

Guilt

Hauled from his cell

A dishevelled coat

Smelling of booze

Fingerprints, photos, interview

Refused a lawyer

Offered honest testimony

Arrested that evening

At the docks

Drunk and disorderly

Creating a disturbance

Shouting about murder

No one listened

No police listened

He offered testimony

About the cellist

He murdered her

So he claims

Watched her play

Practising feverishly alone

Applauded her performance

He was invisible

Her haunting ghost

Beautiful she was

He watched her

Stalked her often

She never noticed

He wanted forgiveness

No murders reported

They are skeptical

He begs forgiveness

Concerned they wait

Can hold him

Until midnight strikes

Slit her throat

Anger, unrequited love

He is invisible

To blind eyes

He smells atrocious

An unkempt beard

Someone would notice

He was near

But he insists

Murdered his love

A dead cellist

Her throat slit

Thought it madness She heard voices applauding her performance

Pleaded for help

No one listened

Stalked and followed

No one believed

Except one man

At death’s time

In police custody

Delilah

Delilah hesitated and clung to her father’s arm, The aisle sprawled before her, filled with eager faces. Shivers tingled her spine and anxiety crept over her face.

Imploringly she urged, begged her father not to make her marry.

The match would bring two wealthy families together. Her father had driven the partnership much like a business,

And Delilah could not, should not disobey.

Her future awaited.

Even before she had reached her beau a sly, wicked plan formed.

Delilah smiled through tears of sorrow as the car sped off,

Taken to her lavish home where she was expected to remain forever!

But Delilah was no prisoner, for her father’s prisoner she was. Alone, lonely.

During the day Cinderella waxed the stairs firmly, With care she chose her shoes, very soon he succumbed and fell.

Delilah hesitated and clung to her father’s arm, Sobbing tears of joy as the coroner read his flawed verdict.

Shivers tingled at the thought of her new wealthy

independence,

But the seed was sown.

Horrific elation swelled, not greed or lust.

The new match would bring two unusual people together.

Her father disliked the partnership much like his hate of charity,

For her beau was poor, she could disobey her father with tenacity.

The poor man dragged to her height ate fertiliser with sad delight!

Death was slow, but she relished each hour and tended him,

Expressing love and fidelity she fed him further with his destiny.

Organs failed over time, inside she ached with a sadistic delight.

Following the coffin down the aisle, her father wore an evil smile,

With care she chose her food.

Soon she searched for a new thrill.

Delilah hesitated and clung to her father’s arm, Sobbing malicious tears of desire, a predator baiting her prey.

Her new man; a wall street cad taken by the riches he would have,

But the gluttonous spirit failed within a week.

Heart, high on life.

The new match failed to bring two people together. Her father grew suspicious of her his daughter’s endeavour.

Until true love pierced her heart as never before, Her prince came!

Delilah hesitated and clung to her father’s arm.

Travel enriched the man and wife; skiing, surfing, trotting.

Diving into mystical reefs, away from the crowds, Diving deep together and forming a spiritual bond, Diving deep into one another’s eyes.

With hands firmly held they dropped to the caves, And beneath the ocean he lovingly stripped her mask, Stripped her tank.

Held her flailing form until life escaped.

Hesitantly, once again, he walked down the aisle.

Wilting

Wilting love, wilting plant, emerald green,

Dying inside each day, imprisoned here, Unable to leave ‘til remains are seen, Only escape is heaven’s toxic beer.

Wilting love, aging wife, replaced so keen,

Dying inside she exudes hapless fear,

As her organs collapse to oozing sludge, And he can escape a lifelong, deep grudge.