The ghost of red,
Once lost her head,
Very early in the morn.
To me she said,
With dreadful dread,
“It is I who I have lorn.”

She began to stutter,
Trying to utter,
The simple informing phrase.
I began to cry,
Not knowing why,
And fell into a daze.

I awoke without knowing,
My body language showing,
The fright I felt in my heart.
She caressed my arm,
I screeched in alarm,
My voice sharp like a dart.

I knew at once,
Escaping my dunce,
My mind no longer limp.
Her smile was evil,
It was beyond believable,
She had been sold to the imp.

She pounced at me,
‘Twas clear to see,
Her grunts told her a liar.
I leapt towards the door,
My feet pounding the floor,
Which was hot like fire.

My escape grew dim,
I was circling the rim,
It was fall off or fall in.
Shortly I would be dead,
No longer a thought in my head,
Or commit a mortal sin.

It was clear right then,
My mind did bend,
The light made me see.
I had to kill her,
It would not be murder,
For she was no longer she.

I scrambled around,
My hands not found,
Anything to save my soul.
My hand came upon,
My salvation dawn,
A small porcelain bowl.

I held it out front,
She uttered a grunt,
I knew I had her now.
I got on bended knee,
My prayer brought me to see,
Before it she must bow.

To the Gods I claimed,
Aloud I exclaimed,
“This is the bowl of Christ.”
She shrieked away,
I finished to say,
“You must hail it thrice.”

To what the container contained,
I decided not to let it remain,
I would use it on the beast.
I blessed the liquid,
So she would be rid,
She looked ready to feast.

I closed my eyes,
And against my despise,
Love was still my main emotion.
I threw the water,
It hit my daughter,
My one and only devotion.

She screamed, that’s all,
Then I heard her fall,
The deed had been done.
The room became light,
I had done what was right,
But all I could do was run.

The hardest thing I’ve ever done,
Remains the battle I won,
Against what is now dead.
Not seven years old,
She had been sold,
My precious Ghost of Red.

Don’t know me
Don’t show me
Don’t bug me for fun
Don’t call me
Don’t maul me
Don’t tell anyone

Don’t like me
Don’t spite me
Don’t go where I go
Don’t thrill me
Don’t kill me
Don’t put on a show

Don’t date me
Don’t hate me
Don’t follow me around
Don’t tape me
Don’t rape me
Don’t make a sound

It started out simple,
It started out small,
When he said, “Don’t,”
She didn’t at all.

And then things changed,
To a little more sever,
When choosing a university,
She had to stay near.

“You love me,” he’d claim,
Which made her mind sway,
“Please don’t travel abroad,
“Please don’t go far away.”

She loved him, it’s true,
But not a day would go by,
Where she wouldn’t look at her life,
And ask herself why.

She needed a partner,
Someone tall and so strong,
For she thought herself weak,
And could do so much wrong.

But what her blindness concealed,
Was the deepest of hate,
Still, she immediately said yes,
When he asked her on a date.

He’s perfect for me,
She’d think as he drove,
She thought of their nights,
As her cheeks turned to mauve.

Everything changed,
As night took over day,
And he looked at her, grinning,
“I know a faster way.”

His car crept down,
An alley so small,
She still wasn’t scared,
As he peeled off her shawl.

“I love you so much,”
He said, peering at the sky,
“But that makes me weak,
“I want you to die.”

His hands found her neck,
They stole away her air,
And still his gaze remained
On her eyes, grey and fair.

She didn’t fight him off,
Or try to save her life,
For he gave her freedom,
Though it stung like a knife.

He took who I am,
She thought as she passed,
But he’s done what I couldn’t,
He’s leaving me at last.

Her mind left her body,
As she lay, limp and dead,
He threw her in a river,
And proceeded to bed.

But before he could sleep,
“The phone rang,” said mother,
His killer’s mood lifted,
As he called up another.

“I love you, my love,”
He cooed at the phone,
“I miss you so much,
“And I’m very alone.”

“I’ll be there in a flash,”
The girl claimed, so shrill,
He couldn’t wait to choke her,
To quench his thirst to kill.

Once in a while, it has to go,
Throw it back, don’t let it show,
How much you miss,
That feeling of bliss,
Cry sometime,
Pretend you’re mine,
Hold your hands to the sky,
Let your soul cry.

A sideways glance,
An uncalled for dance,
What will set me off?
A simple cough?
Remember the hair dye?
I gave you a black eye.
You never surprise,
That’s something I demise.

I chased you down,
For giving me a frown,
It’s against my law,
So I broke your jaw,
You screamed and fought,
Your body was hot,
It was perfect, you see,
I had to make you love me.

You cried at my touch,
That was a bit much,
So I tired your hands,
To make you understand,
That’s it’s all for the best,
Be at rest,
It’ll be great,
If you don’t debate.

It’s over, you know,
That’s the end of the show,
I hope you had fun,
You never did run,
But it seemed so real,
I could almost feel,
The coldness in the skies,
And the evil in my eyes.

I’m glad that wasn’t me,
But it kind of was, you see,
It’s all of us, everyone,
But it still is fun,
To pretend it didn’t take place,
The horrific chase,
That’s the end of the show,
But I still love her, you know.

The day was hot and humid,
The air hung like silk,
I was wondering what you were thinking,
While I sipped on cool milk.

Then finally you began to stir,
And you looked me straight in the eyes,
I could feel your thoughts from where I sat,
And what I felt was despise.

“How can you do this to me?” you began to say,
“And ruin my college dreams,
“You’re totally selfish, you pigheaded girl,
“Or so it plainly seems.”

I jumped up and began to scream,
I wasn’t going to take this from you,
“I recall a lonely night, the backseat of your car,
“I remember you were there too.”

You slammed your fists on the chair,
In a crazy fit of rage,
“I’m leaving, and I may not be back,
“This is all too very strange.”

“You’re not the only one who’s scared,” I said,
“I don’t know what to do.
“But if you leave now, there’s the undeniable fact that,
“You’d be leaving a part of you.”

You didn’t run away that day,
Although you said you would,
Instead you stopped in your tracks, looked at me,
And said the things you should.

“I said I loved you and I meant it,
“I don’t want to take back what I said,
“Honestly though, I’m really really scared,
“I think I’d be better off dead.”

To you I said, “we’re really young,
“For this to be thrown our way.
“But I’m keeping it, I swear that now,
“On this very day.”

You turned your head and looked at me,
A tear welling up in my eye.
“I’m so, so sorry, I’m being a jerk,
“I’m acting like the typical guy.”

“We took a big risk that’s true,
“And we both knew the consequence,
“And now we’re both paying the biggest price,
“We acted really dense.”

“This could ruin our lives, it’s true,
“But we had a standard choice,
“This is a new life to be brought to the world,
“I believe we should rejoice.”

“But the hardest part isn’t over,
“There’s many things to do,
“We have to tell our parents, they’ll support us,
“But right now it’s just between me and you.”

You made me face my biggest fear,
By what you said that day,
Then you placed a hand on my stomach,
Where our baby lay.

I sing a merry tune of three,
Three of love, three of hate,
They love to hug; they love to kill,
Their lives we can debate.

Others have felt,
The chill in the room,
When the demons have entered,
To make mortals face doom.

My hands were chained with stress,
Many moons ago,
They undid the chains and set me free,
Then ate my mortal soul.

And the tune of three,
Remains to be sung,
By all who have met,
The eyes of the undone.

Children of the day,
Merrily they play,
Never seeking their end.
They know the dread,
When they’re smacked in the head,
A hand we may lend.

Winter, of course, has come again,
Nary a year has it been my friend.
My driveway is rock, and hard to clear,
But if not done, the car cannot steer.
My father informs us he’s going outside,
And I feel a need to stand by his side.
We start with the steps, clearing them small,
Then we’re done, well, nearly all.
I start at the bottom to work my way up,
Throwing the snow on a three-foot bump.
Sweating and freezing, while I chuck at the three,
When suddenly from the front, distractions I see.
The whispering winds swirl up the hill,
They move with agility but at all no skill.
I stare at the shape, the slithering form,
When I return to work, their departure I mourn.
I’m done now, I leave, with a sideways glace,
With hopes of seeing, my one final chance.
When spring comes, they leave you know,
Now for the last time, I see the snakes of the snow.

Where are you when I wake up scared
My body rigid, my thoughts impaired

Where are you when I need your light
Are you hidden away, out of my sight

I dream of the beach, sunny with snow
The relation of enemies, the friendship of foe

My thoughts go westward, towards a wide field
I’m suspended in space, a soldier’s lost shield

I step back and quick, I sense a great fall
With time enough for wonder, were you with me at all

My pain shows no mercy, its wrath will not fade
I cry to the strangers, who’ve sunk into shade

To rid me my worries, I’ve simply to wake
Yet with revision mediocre, I’ve nothing at stake

With sleep I leave the wrath and the sick pain
But with wake I leave you, to which there’s no gain

I’d much rather rot, than wake up without
I loved, now I miss, my reassurance I doubt

Tim, Tim,
You’re on a limb,
You’ll fall right on your head.

Me, me,
Perfect, you see,
But inside I am dead.

You, you,
Cease the coo,
Rest up in your bed.

I, I,
Perhaps did die,
But live life instead.