A christmas nightmare

In this bleak Christmas night there was no calm or light
Just the sight a fire most dim and a fair lady named Kim.
Buried in blanket, all bruised and used
She wept a tear alone, crying “For what must I atone?
I may be brave but I’m broken from Cains hurtfull token.”
To that sky she prayed, all buried she stayed
Ne’er to glance outside, to an evil man defied.

What cursed eyes reside in a man that would bide
A time to dream and dwell on her deadly knell.
A cold tear and a grin molded that bearded chin
Then a growl “You have yet to hear me howel,
That bitch refused, and now a life I must defuse.
All of her comforts and all of her consorts
And all of her soul I shall dole
A cell; with a pass to this frozen December hell.”

Ravaged with rage like an animal uncaged
Cain rose to his feet, and raced with the frozen gale, to a drummers beat.
He kicked open that door, watching it fall to pieces on the floor.
With the snow and the cold, and a the wind so bold
He looked in those eyes, and relished in his prize.
With a pleading tongue, she begged to not be undone.
“This terror in blend, I cannot fend
For only by Gods love, I’m blessed by His holy dove.”
In a cursed rage, he stood and set the stage,
“I know now I can’t have you, so your time is few.
You sickened my way. I will not finish living today.
Go, pray and plead, but understand I shall finish this deed.”

A Christmas plight, an unholy night
Sins shadowed the gale and in full view, for this of all nights, evil he drew.
T’was a holy day, but Kim may pay.
She may be alive but already died, in his twisted mind.
Could God step in with some other kind Christmas like kin
Or will she be killed, as Cain willed.

Terror and fright whips across her parched lips.
She became a rabbit, frozen with no wit,
Who stayed on that road at night, staring towards the oncoming headlight.
She could choose to flight or risk to fight
But the battle she’d loose, with only Cain to muse.
Those years that she grew, he bled her through and through
Thinking now “he’ll kill me soon” as she curled up and became a cocoon.
“It’s not death I fear, but the waiting to gear
For I need a better way, a more joyful Christmas, and perhaps, today.”
As her thoughts they ended, her tears she fended
No joy but she pray, that God may have His way.

Cain reached for her, in her blanket of fur
“To be clear as crystal, you will die by my pistol"
She just can’t think, like that rabbit just instinct.
The gun goes off. Then there’s a gurgle and cough.
She stands for bit, and falls though she were hit.
With all the panic in the room, none understood his anger and her doom.
That angel he flew, as Cain he drew.
Strange, it was Cain on the floor, and his blood pouring out that broken door.
With the gale winds blowing and the wintery night snowing
We know that this Christmas nighmare, ended fare.

The moral of this tale, is that God won’t fail
For He loves us all, even Cain and his gall.
But know this, Christmas is Gods day, and He made peace His way.
Not by the guns blinding might, but by a mistake made early that night.
For when Cain loaded that gun, he was drunk with fun.
Little care was shown, as he placed it in a mound of pebbles and stone.
And with a damaged barrel, he left his carrel
To a house with a fire most dim, and a girl named Kim

A christmas nightmare

Raymond Carle

Joined December 2007

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Artist's Description

I like to write about the darker side of life. I take a common event and twist it to make a story that can make your skin crawl. There was a story in the papers about an attempted murder. So what you read really happend, I just added my own take on it.


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