A Murder Most Foul
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I am having that dream of dreams again
The one that wakes me up in the night
Then my Heart did ask me with fright.
What dream is that again?
‘Tis always the same dream
The one that keeps me awake at night
The one that shows me
I dare not say
Then my Heart says with no humor.
Dwell upon that shall we
Let the Dream Begin
‘Tis a fall day in the mid of October
When the foliage is in bloom
Bright are the colors
Red, Yellow with Auburn too!
Then My Heart did say
‘Tis a lovely Fall day?
Gentle on the crisp breeze fall the leaves of Autumn
Piling up on Heaping mounds
A sweater day
There is no better day
And She is here!
Your Lovely Fall Dream?
Yes, My lovely Fall Dream.
We are playing as school children do
Frolicking through the piles
Tossing leaves into the air.
Giggling and laughing as we do
With such gaiety do we play
Sweet and tender is our touch
Chase is what we did
The catch is what's in our hearts
Holding Hands and feeling the warmth of her heart
The softness of her touch
'Tis a lovely day
There is none finer
Then my Heart did say
He is here too.
I know him not by name.
Nor by his appearance
But I know him all the same
A friend, would you say?
A Friend indeed, bonded are we!
In My Heart- I know this to be
Bound together- he is a brother to me
What comes after?
The warmth is the sun and in our hearts.
Bonding by friendship and courting
Long lost in our song do we sing
‘Tis a frivolous day
‘Tis no frivolity when hearts are feeling in Ernest
A day is spending with no malicious intent or callous ruin
When souls meet with affection and understanding for one another
Our grace is in the warmth we feel toward each kindly
So, your Heart lay bare upon this day?
Yes, my heart was manifesting on this lovely fall day.
For the leaves of Fall and brightness of the shining sun
To the love, I feel for My lovely Fall Dream
And the affectionate fellowship to my dearest friend
Blessed are you indeed
Agreed, or so I am hoping.
As the sun is seeking shelter in the westerly gloom
The gentle breeze is softening to a whisper
The music of our song is no longer playing its melody
In its discord, am I starting to find in my verity
What is that?
A Murder Most Foul!
And to whom is this foul of murder about to be commit
In my Heart of hearts, am I not able to note?
The betrayal, the treachery, to being treated in such a way
The offense is poignant and pointing at the reliquary of my Heart
lost am I in my exigency, I cannot discern the quandary I am in
I am aghast and flabbergasted with discorded disbelief
A fellow I consider deeper than a friend
He is leveling his difference at me.
How can this be?
Have I offended him in some way?
Perhaps I am leading without thinking, or I am following without my Heart
To this, I am unable to say, but disbelief is all I feel
Can he no longer fire upon me than to fire upon his own Heart?
I am approaching, I tell him so, making it known
Whoa, this is folly, a fool’s errand
Put this from our site, and we will be as before
You are kin to me. Born of the same Heart.
He is silent! And unmoving as I grow near
Gently I am bidding to sway his hand
Unmoving it is
A ballista through the Heart!
The look on my Lovely Fall Dreams face says it all
There are tears in her eyes.
I am falling from grace.
Darkness is closing in. All joy from the world is fleeing.
I am afraid!
I am falling!
How is this happening?
Bonded are we, our Hearts are the same, he and I
Can you discern his face?
No, veiled to me still. A wraith as before
Look closely now. Focus!
Will you catch me?
Do you promise?
Then I will try to look again
……………. I do not understand nor fathom the reason why
How can this be?
What is it?
His Face. It is me!
How can I murder myself in such a way?
Where are you hit again?
A Ballista through the Heart
A Murder Most Foul Indeed!
You have not caught me yet.
Then my Heart replied, how will I?
But you made a promise.
I am afraid I cannot fulfill that vow, for I died long ago.
On that day, hers was not the only heart you broke.
STRAND CHOICE U, any form, any theme
Contest Judged: 3/30/2020
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © JC Hawkens | Year Posted 2020
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