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Poetry News Post #2561

A child on the true path

Written by: Laplace
Date: Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
Addressed to: Everyone


Daddy said I should be good,
Mommy asked if I understood.
Brother told me that I could
Be righteous to be as strong as wood.

Mommy caught me reading a book,
Told me that was from a crook.
Said this idea, I should not brook,
That one bad seed was all it took.

Daddy talked to me that night,
Said those truths I read were blight.
"Love and compassion brings true might,
That's what makes a good strong knight!"

Late at night, Daddy was snoring,
Mommy was sounding quite deploring
Weather outside was loud and pouring,
Butterflies, my stomach was storing.

I realised what I needed to do,
Mommy, Daddy, and brother too.
Through all of them, weakness grew,
My departure from them was overdue.

I packed my book and my fuzzy socks,
A shirt, a knife, and my small coin box.
Walked to the door, pushed some blocks,
Stood on them and undid our locks.

I stopped myself and cried a bit,
Making sense of things, making it fit.
Tears came through, without permit
I forced myself to make them quit.

I ran to Mommy and Daddy's room,
Knowing Dad would wake, steam, and fume.
Smelled like flowers, mommy's perfume,
I ran to the bed to bring their doom.

Mommy smiled softly at my sight,
She saw no knife, there was no fight.
I slashed her throat as I did recite,
How the Seven Truths were really right.

Daddy woke up, blinking away,
Mommy's blood, he did now lay.
I stabbed his heart before he could stray,
His deep brown eyes looking with dismay.

Brother's room was down the hall.
A creaky floorboard, I did recall,
As I tippy toed along the wall,
And his name, I did yell and call.

"Brother! Brother! Please come quick!
Mommy and Daddy are very sick!"
I sat there waiting, placing a stick
Knowing he'll never expect this trick.

Brother ran out, tripped and fell
Hit the floor with suprise and a yell.
I whispered to him a small farewell,
Stabbing his back to send him to hell.

Any tears I had were completely gone,
I looked through the window, it was almost dawn.
I got my things, put a shirt on,
"To Mhaldor I go," I said with a yawn.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Phaestian, in the year 391 AF.


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Poetry News Post #2561

A child on the true path

Written by: Laplace
Date: Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
Addressed to: Everyone


Daddy said I should be good,
Mommy asked if I understood.
Brother told me that I could
Be righteous to be as strong as wood.

Mommy caught me reading a book,
Told me that was from a crook.
Said this idea, I should not brook,
That one bad seed was all it took.

Daddy talked to me that night,
Said those truths I read were blight.
"Love and compassion brings true might,
That's what makes a good strong knight!"

Late at night, Daddy was snoring,
Mommy was sounding quite deploring
Weather outside was loud and pouring,
Butterflies, my stomach was storing.

I realised what I needed to do,
Mommy, Daddy, and brother too.
Through all of them, weakness grew,
My departure from them was overdue.

I packed my book and my fuzzy socks,
A shirt, a knife, and my small coin box.
Walked to the door, pushed some blocks,
Stood on them and undid our locks.

I stopped myself and cried a bit,
Making sense of things, making it fit.
Tears came through, without permit
I forced myself to make them quit.

I ran to Mommy and Daddy's room,
Knowing Dad would wake, steam, and fume.
Smelled like flowers, mommy's perfume,
I ran to the bed to bring their doom.

Mommy smiled softly at my sight,
She saw no knife, there was no fight.
I slashed her throat as I did recite,
How the Seven Truths were really right.

Daddy woke up, blinking away,
Mommy's blood, he did now lay.
I stabbed his heart before he could stray,
His deep brown eyes looking with dismay.

Brother's room was down the hall.
A creaky floorboard, I did recall,
As I tippy toed along the wall,
And his name, I did yell and call.

"Brother! Brother! Please come quick!
Mommy and Daddy are very sick!"
I sat there waiting, placing a stick
Knowing he'll never expect this trick.

Brother ran out, tripped and fell
Hit the floor with suprise and a yell.
I whispered to him a small farewell,
Stabbing his back to send him to hell.

Any tears I had were completely gone,
I looked through the window, it was almost dawn.
I got my things, put a shirt on,
"To Mhaldor I go," I said with a yawn.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Phaestian, in the year 391 AF.


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