Escape

ESCAPE

Let the blood of destruction be cemented on the wall

Let the fire that burns remain in the cave
For we need to see what truly made us mad
So we can dispose off the naturally obsolete.

I am not the angel from heaven
Nor the evil from the womb
I am a simple man, an ordinary man
Learning from move to move.

The viciousness of mankind
The depressed mind of mine
Is embedded like worms in my skin
Perpetually hindering my life.

I’m bleeding from the momentous pleasure of pain
That cumulates into demonic sins
I lie upon the convent of God
Drying the red blood from the shin.

For the gun fired into the soul
And killed the body of that beautiful sister
They dragged her away from the few men old
Ruining a life that was young and bold.

I cried for her return
I screamed for her pain
But the old man said
‘What is lost, will never be gained’

What made me do next
Will never be addressed
The silence has wavered the results
My hands are wet with the General Morgan’s sweat.

I plunged the knife into his heart
And enjoyed that moment of pure despise
He tried to remove his gun to part
But in the end, revenge sufficed.

Those whom I loved
Left me in the madness of the world
I knew there were means to escape
But what would I escape for?

So I left the country of eternal doom
Walking the way from the land to the sea
The photograph lay in my hand
With faces hardly visible to see.

I was far too weak to walk anymore
And farther ahead there was an oak made door
A lamp shone outside the house
Bringing light within the spirited dark.

Thus my feet managed to tramp the grass
For the lingering pain seemed numb after the end
I had lived twenty four years learning to walk


Now was the time to put it to the test.

The light was stronger now
And I could see the window sill
It reminded me of the night
When she last laughed so shrill.

I knocked the door three times
Each time with new inspiration
There was a moment’s pause
A moonlit face saw my desperation.

‘Who may you be?’ she puzzled over me
My appearance was scary enough
For I had no shoes and my torso
Was streaming with his and my blood.

‘A man, a warrior am I’ said I
‘Having faced death all through my travel
A little bread is all I need
Else the devil shall take my soul away’

She smiled at my hopelessness
And opened the door a bit more
She led me to the dining hall
And made me sit, nice and tall.

‘Now now, you are red
By the blood of all those good men
But it isn’t your fault they shed
I see the fear, within your eyes instead.’

I ate an honourable meal that night
The wine tasted liked a cleansing fluid
The bread was a solace that brought a smile
To my hungry and tired eyes.

‘A house in the middle of nowhere
What is the reason for it, I ask, forgive me’
She stared at me for a while but there
Was no reply for the question I proclaimed.

It was after a while that she shook her head
and took my hand to take me upstairs
I looked at the sill that held the flowers
They were withering, dead, drying within hours.

‘My husband and I, had a sheep
One undone stable, two ponds complete
But he is no more, for he died in the war
I got the letter some time before dawn.’

‘I feel the pain you feel, young sir
For losing a dear one leaves you empty and alone
I have no one to share and stir
The will to live has left my soul.’

She cried as she related her tale
Her husband valiant efforts to end
The war through the killings he made
He was a general
General Alfred Morgane.

I screamed as the name
Uttered from her mouth
I was shocked, stunned
Where my fate had brought.

‘What matter is it?’ she asked me, concerned
I looked away from the wife I had hurt
She knew not the truth but when she would
There would be nothing she could do about it.

‘The name sounded similar, that’s all
I need to make a move, its almost nightfall’
‘But where will you go in this stormy weather?
Stay here tonight, go tomorrow, when its better.’

Its years after the war now
And I’m an old man
Dying soon enough
Ending my life’s quest.

But the moonlight lady
Is etched in my heart
For when she kept me for the night
She knew the truth, after all.

The letter mentioned my face, my name, my dress
She knew I was the killer she met
But her nature was something exceptional
She was wondrous, teaching me a lesson.

Life doesn’t set deals straight
Or bring back the dead
It makes us learn to accept
To love, to care, to joyfully caress.

Let the blood be cemented on the wall
But remember its meaning
We are all the same people
Learning from move to move.

What you learn today
Will make you think about tomorrow
The youngsters today should
Lead us into glory.

I am dying now
And this was my story
About a woman and a man
Who found faith in war and its glory