The Promised Release From the Very Darkest Evil

The Promised Release From The Very Darkest Evil ( Free verse, narrative, horror) After she had finished hurting John, she saw bright stars. No, not the first time but as of hundreds times gone before. She had came again, wearing that sweet, sweet perfume, The kind that gave him hot flashes of thought. But what did he know at seventeen still a young boy, And she at twenty-five and a married woman? At age sixteen he changed a flat tire on her car, broken down roadside. She had flirted with him the entire time: asking personal questions that made him blush That next night, he had met her at a secluded park, She showed him the universe and those magic stars! Thus had chained him to her hot and dark comet! Now he could not resist any whim see proposed. Each time, the pain increased until he started weeping. It was a mental pain, not physical at all. For he really, truly, and deeply loved her, With pure love born from that sweet first encounter Now bitterest truth had invaded his fantasy rich world. Now he knew that even women could be monsters, That she used him to hurt her husband and to satisfy her dark side! Yet even with such mental pain and knowledge he could not resist her! As the months grew into years, his claws grew, his teeth did too. Seven years had crept by and on that dark night he vowed, To break that evil binding chain she had spun! Cool breeze blew as he drove to their secret spot. He waited, with his hate and love deeply entwined. No gun in his sweaty hands, no knife with which to cut! Just a big and beautiful red-rose to offer her. To ask her to be his wife, forever and ever! He asked the first moment after she had given the first kiss. She stepped back, as if to consider his request, then quickly and very brutally turned him down! Laughed her usual wicked laugh and reached into her purse, Next he saw a small pistol in her hand! Then he heard faint echoes of fireworks, six echoes to be exact. He fell to his knees, as if to beg her for her true love again! Then he saw red, huge red streams gushing out, Spilling upon that once sacred ground! In his anguished mind, he screamed out, "my god she has shot me"! Then as if reading his mind , she spoke with her dark and glee-filled voice Yes, I shot you and ended our game- well in truth, ended my game mind you. You should feel honored as the second sacrifice! Seven years ago to this day, I shot my first young lover, my first sacrifice The very next morning, did my flat tire trick to lure you in. I had been eyeing you for months awaiting that day, And you, like the first, could not keep your lusting eyes off of me. Now with your death, I need only the third to gain my release Release from the hidden beast that is my husband! In his last few moments on earth he asked, but why, why When I offered true love and to be your slave? She laughed and said, I need no slave! I AM ONE! My master promises my release upon the third sacrifice! And I will do anything to be rid of that foul and dark beast. To never have to endure again, his touch and his foul breath. John, you can now join Jason in that dark pit master promised. Chained together and eternally bitten and clawed by ravaging beasts No death release allowed, because HE delights in watching the show You never asked my husband's name, it is Lucifer, And I gave him my soul to gain this body, this magnificent beauty you craved. Know this before you go- your younger brother Jack is next! With those words said to him, John heard another far off echoed shot ring out She slump forward by his side, shot through her black and wicked heart From mile away Jack fired his rifle, hit her heart dead center, as promised. Not knowing her second victim was his older brother! But instead, doing as requested to get his greatest wish granted, To be by far, the very best and most famous rifle shot in the entire world! Putting down the rifle he turned to ask- now that it is down, my first kill Will I always have this great gift? And Lucifer replied, Yes my new son, you will until your dying day. I have great plans for you and your future seven hundred kills! And in that future task, you will do splendidly, missing no innocent victims! Jack smiled, pondering how many years it would take to reach that mark! Robert J. Lindley,1-21-2017 Poetry form- Free verse, narrative, horror