The red of sunset intertwines with scarlet stains,
not from spilt wine nor hot cherry sauce,
but from a decision made in great haste.
The linen once white, now coloured,
are ruined by what once gave life.
Stains no more;
the sun witnesses,
The monster sits on a hill,
hidden behind rocks,
covered by flowering shrubs and bush.
The rays give his coat an orangey glow,
a majestic presence…
He can’t see, but he is aware,
of the horror in the cabin below.
As the sun says good night,
the orangey glow becomes a blood red clot.
The sobs of the heart are ignored.
“It had to be done?” the mind rationalizes.
For even the pain now endured and yet to be projected,
could not quench this insatiable lust;
now this too has to be.
All will be adequate,
but an intense hollow will remain.
Outside the cabin now the monster dwells,
observes the person through one of the many cracks in the wooden walls.
“Why did you do it!” the monster cries.
The sound could shatter the pine, scatter the birds, but all it does is splinter his heart.
It’s intensity absorbed by the gluttonous walls,
which have front row seats to the ‘death show’ inside.
More blood and more pain;
no comfort and still nothing gained,
she lies on her bed.
Sobbing, fighting, crying; she drinks her cup, now too late to stop.
The egg has been broken; the shell no longer able to protect the life inside.
Helpless, distraught, bewildered; the monster is consumed by disgust,
he had a part in this, but now he is an observer without any guts.
Unable to comprehend the depth of her pain,
he turns away slowly and walks away.
Alone on top of the hill, he drops to his knees.
With the sun now set, his coat looks dull; his magnificence shamed.
Natures’ voice caresses his cheek and subtly whispers in his ear;
it promises new beginnings when the sun again will scare away the dark.
He wonders if it will be enough to absolve her guilt; in her eye, reignite the spark.