Sitting cross legged on the carpet
with remnants of last night's fun,
eyes swollen, yet sleepless still;
and an evil mind that begins to run.
"The next one shall go the same way,
her eyes scooped out and brain spilled over.
Her lifeless form lying in a pool of blood,
interspersed with salt,pepper and clover."
Running his hands o'er the dagger,
feeding it first with his own reds,
and licking it off, he relishes
then,in his own wound, a clover he embeds.
Years ago, his mother was
and is still remembered for
being the wicked witch who used
clover to entice those who knocked at her door.
The villagers would say- "she turns them liquid,
and puts them in her vials,
using their souls in careful proportions,
conducting her potion trials."
Those "vials" he knew were magical,
but was asked never to touch.
One day however,he was appraised of
the mystery of the vials she'd keep so safe.
Water from the first rains,
was her husband's love from heavens above.
In her seemingly harmless bid to
keep alive her affection and flame,
she had been devoured by masses of souls,
setting her alive and screaming ablaze.
He shall avenge this misdemeanor
and their women shall be made to pay.
When their intestines and lungs shall burst,
they'll have their lives sucked away.
Each eye shall be scooped out first
and a clover shall sit in the sockets,
The clover shall also be stuffed into,
their intestines and hollowed heads.
Their flesh shall be cut into,
repeatedly, again and again,
the rivers of crimson that will ooze out,
shall satiate the parched vials, amen.
Night after night, he shall go,
and make good the words that he said;
that moonlit night when sitting by her corpse,
he'd vowed on the clover he stuck in her head.
Author notes
Arnica Karuna
I've knowingly maintained no rhyme scheme in the stanza where I speak about the past in a bid to draw the reader's attention to the flashback and to demarcate the present from the past 
A contest entry
- The Darkwrite Challenge Round 4 by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
1000 points, ended November 21, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nice one
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these are definately well earned
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I liked the storyline, though the transition from present to past I felt was a little rocky, though I see what you mean by the rhymed "present" and unrhymed "past" I think that really worked.
I believe in the line,
Running has hands o'er the dagger,
the word has should be his?
I think that you have something here that could ultimately transpire into a series of stories.
**Ktulu Blackwolfe**
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yesss.. it ws a typo. thanks for intimating me though
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Not sure what intimating is but I enjoyed reading your poetry and hope that you will join me again next time.
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Good
Nice i really like the theme good work poet keep it up.
Ali
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