The Dog.
The sins of the father and the sins of the MumWere played out in front of the daughter and son
They sat in their rocking chairs and delicately hummed
Knowing full well that hell on earth had begun
The dog bared his teeth and growled and drooled
He'd known the wrath of the couple, so cruel
The daughter and son, to him were the jewels
A jump and another and he pounced on the fools
The blood flowed crimson from the jugular vein
The oxygen got scarce deep inside the brain
Then all was quiet. The jaws were tame
The daughter renamed the dog "Son of Cain"
The damage deep inside had been done
No more was laughter, no more was fun
The wheel of fire's spin had begun.
The neighbours tall tails had been spun
A decade later they'd buried Son of Cain
Both daughter and son were thought insane
The courts said nothing but the fingers blamed
No one really cared what the victims claimed
One century has passed. The crypt is locked
No one remembers how folks were shocked
There's a sign down where the old road is blocked
"Son of Cain sleeps in peace beneath this rock"
Poetry by Jehrico
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Written on 2008-04-26 at 00:11
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