Fictional Murderer

I lay in horrific surprise

The death of lovers on my hands.
I clone myself in a disguise
A blanket my only comfort

Did I want this occurrence?
Did I want to kill my love?
A cruel twist in my sense
Brings nothing but confusion

I stare in bloody horror to
The ones I once called my only
The crimson pain mixed with black ooze
Only one could have brought this on

My husband still in his suit
For the time we both were to have
My children and our malamute
Each one tainted with his presence

Taking my one defense, a broom
I shakily make way to him
As I enter the other room
I find his body never there

I look about every corner
Searching for the one who had killed
His very life for that I’m sure
Should never had become real

As my cautious footsteps deaden
I hear a whisper in the dark
Its deepness fills the air to send
Every shred of courage to dust

“Come out!” I shout, half in fear
“Show yourself to me, you coward!”
A deepening laugh haunts my ears
The tall dark figure emerges

My hands shake in dubiety
Though I knew his past origins
This figure should have not been seen
By any mortal human eyes

“What do you wish to do,” he asks,
“With that worthless weapon you hold?”
In my unfailing fear, he basks,
His eyes resting upon my own.

He lifts a hand without stagger.
Its shape becomes unknown and warped.
Its end likeness now a dagger.
He lifts it o’er his dark figure.

Without warning, a stabbing pain
Becomes conscious in my senses.
To my pale flesh, a crimson stain
Forms at the very heart of mine.

“Why?” I sputter out in anguish.
“Why did you do it? Why me? Why?”
With a sneer, he answers, “I wish
To be free from you, Creator.”

As my vision begins to fade
I look upon my murderer.
His black scales, his hair of no shade
Golden eyes tell of this dragon.

Life of my body slips away
My fallen figure collapses.
With a final laugh, he explains,
“Death by character…by Samael.”

Fictional Murderer

Bethany Angelstar

Joined February 2009

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This was a poem I did in my creative writing class. We were to do a poem of anything, as long as it had certain words. Broom – room…suit – malamute…blanket (can’t remember the other word). Those words we were to use. It started out as a dark poem I had no plan in finishing, but once I got started, I knew what else I wanted to do with it. I hope it’s alright.

This is my first upload.

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