A Contract

Four Poems describing a dark tale.

Part I: The Lover

 

I Awoken

To the sweet smell of blood

Beside my body

Lies a life drenched knife

I sat up

And recalled the night

My hands started to shake

And I realized what I've done

 

'You're Awake?'

He asked, smiling beside me

Who are you?

He said 'Oh i have many names'

The Morning Star, The Prince,

But you may call me

The Collector, now my friend

Do you remember our deal

 

I remembered

The knife, her body, the blood

My wrists

His smile and his words

I can make it all better

And a contract came

Right before my eyes

And instantly i signed in blood

 

Part II: The Loved

 

What happened?

My wounds have disappeared

Death happened?

My pain has reappeared

Where has he gone?

Where is my love?

He never leaves before dawn

Is he here or is he above?

 

'You know he may be below'

The things men do

For greed, lust, wrath, envy, ... pride

For love?

What do you mean below?

Not with The Collector, I think not

He will not become a puppet for his show

He will not be cooked in an oil filled pot

 

My Lover will never sell his soul

He said we'll be forever

Lover is not that cold

We shall always remain together

But then i felt some blood

Blood that wasn't mine

That's when the tears started to flood

For Lover left me behind

 

 

Part III: The Collector

 

I now have both of their souls

As the pits of hell unfold

The contract's complete

An amazing feat

My infamous tale bestowed

 

These two are special

A fine breed indeed

The Lover, a gentleman

A man of sacrifice

Yet his mind goes slowly insane

The Loved, so pretty

Her faith kept her pure

But with that hope i gained her soul

with ease

 

In time, I will eat them

But refined, is how they'll stay

Oh confined, in my pits of hell

Your mind, forever trapped here

Your mine, alas do not be afraid

How fine, is this moment in life

Flames shine, on your face

and behind, your fear i smile

 

Do you see god! I won! I won!

I took the children you'll never shun

 

 

Part IV: The Elegy

 

We are gathered here today

To bury two dead ones

The Lover, and The Loved i say

Forgotten in time, forever shunned

Their bodies rot, their souls decay

Taken by the evils of one

Rest in the hands of god

As he lifts their souls away

 

The Lover, A man of pride

Never backed down against the tide

filled with courage, strength, and soul

But now he must pay the Ferryman's toll

The Loved, so faithful a girl should be

Not filled with hate, anger, or envy

Oh how her body lies there cold

But even she must pay the Ferryman's toll

 

Let's pray for the dead

Then we will feast

We will then break our bread

And let them rest in peace

Lady luck is bold when you bet against her

But look how love has brought us together

I thank you for the blessed service Priest

Oh the funeral is over, call me The Collector....

 

I Awoken