Wicked Heart

His handsome face, set aside from time
A stable slice of life divine
Not shaking, breaking, flaking, rating
Too caught up in a realm of hating

His eyes upon hers, green against blue
"My sweet, why can't I melt into you"
Amazing grace, contently faced
With porcelain honesty, quite a case

But things were to change, along with the wind
Fate had foretold a tale so evilly spinned
Pale-faced and distraught, he looked to the skies
It could not be true, his very own wife
Betrayal was one thing, to kill was another
But to go behind a lover's back, and surface as a mother?

He picked up the axe, a glint in the dark
Too thoughtless to care for what played on her part
Watching her sit there, one hand on her breast
A hatred so foul ran fresh through his crest

How could she, the whore, fall short of her vows?
She's promised that day to not ever endow
Unto another man, a man better than he
And now she would pay, how sickly love's been

The fist came down first, angry red-crimson burns
A hasty response - by the bloodshed was spurred
Disrespect for nerves and a flurry of red
Tears did no use, played dare with his head

Poetic silences, distilled vast alliances
Defected dreams, he beat them clear
She cried a river and cursed this fear
Derelict, abandoned pride
Wash up lives, too blind to find
A musty guardian, kicked up black
cautious findings, cut no slack

This was a woman's true nightmare
A man gone astray
Left to cry, not callousness shy
"If only you'd learnt how to stay!"

For the honest man had learnt of a baby that day
A damned and blue bloodied cunt of dismay
His wife had shown him no trust, no remorse
Just got herself laid wide and ended up worse

He held back and choked on his own fatal woes
Pounding and hitting out all that she knows
He couldn't believe what she'd bought onto him
A doubtless spiral of lies and deceit

The night fell into morning, a distant gray-black blur
A mixture of cornered faiths, hair matted as fur
She bled on sheets, spilt her love
He'd beaten her black, with harsh leather glove
Inside her womb, her spacious room, a human took its cue from
above

She cried to the angels, she cried to herself
He never had wanted to be of much help
He pulled out the axe from the rotting oak drawer
Lips curled in distant awe, he headed for the hinged door

Tonight was when he'd scar her for life
A mark scouring her love, tp deepen her strife
Exactly what every man should do for his wife