The Relished Harvest

A depressive episode's brainchild.

He walks in the rain

All alone with his thoughts.

Up ahead is a train,

Riding past plots.

He walks and walks,

Nearer and nearer to the stalks.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

 

The Monday shipment comes,

Carrying his favorite goods.

The rain pelts and drums

A melody, sounding out falsehoods,

Expanding on the metal rooves,

Cascading down the grooves.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

 

The man smiles giddily,

Walking along happily.

The melody shifts

To a dismal cacophony.

His spirit considerably lifts,

Revealing the true geography.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

 

The screams of the captured,

The wounds of the tortured,

The fate of the dead,

The feelings of dread,

Are heard by him.

He frees them.

Swiftly and extravagantly,

The rain turns to red.

The train is emptied triumphantly,

Men, women, children dead.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

 

Pitter patter,

He laughs.

Pitter patter,

He exclaims.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

The bell tolls at the train’s passing.

The bodies trespassing,

On tainted ground.

His domain and home,

Hell’s come round.

It’s added to his tome.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

 

Pitter patter.

He walks away laughing.

Demons now gaffing

The tainted bodies.

Imprisoning them forever

In dark, melancholic melodies.

He is proud of his new endeavor.

Pitter patter.

Author's Note

Please feel free to give any advice/criticism you may have. This is a creative and exciting learning process for me.