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The Ballad of Love Distorted 

The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused. 
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm 
And the cutting cold wind is unforgiving, 

A dark house ahead, his fate there, unseen. 
The rider dismounts with a silent scream. 
‘Quiet now boy!’ and the horse retreats. 
A hard push and a heavy door creaks.

His weapon drawn, his mind clear 
His raw senses breathing fear 
A loose floorboard, a startled cat 
A glare, a thud,
                 Draw back? Draw back? 

The stillness returns as his heartbeat slows 
He reaches the bedroom and oh but he knows 
His daughter’s light breath as his fury grows 
‘Ssh Molly’ he hears ‘Sleep now ,pretty rose.’ 

He sees in the moonlight through a latticed pane 
Her white throat, soft face, her delicate frame 
Sleeping soundly and peaceful in love’s afterglow 
He grips his pistol and aims true and low 

As firmly he points at Lord Arthur’s head 
he hears his Molly as she softly says 
‘I love him, Daddy, and that, death won’t change.
 I’m sorry you’re hurt. I know you feel pain.’ 

But her father despairs for her future, her life 
He remembers with horror Lord Arthur’s good wife 
A partner discarded, in madness and strife 
Lord Arthur had killed her, for Molly, his child. 

He readies the weapon, this much he controls, 
As Molly she screams and Arthur he rose 
The horse in the meadow he neighs and implores 
But the foul deed is done as his daughter, she roars.

‘Oh Father, my father, what have you done?’
He turns and he stumbles, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t run.

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