A Murderer's Heir
She died,
She died to save her son,
From the horrors of her past.
She felt it was the only gift,
She could truly give,
One that would forever last.
She made many mistakes,
But none could of been ,
Considered a crime.
She knew this deep in her heart,
But she sat silently in her cell,
Serving her time.
Society had already deemed,
That her blood,
Was only fit to be spilled.
Her supposed crime,
Helping her husband,
Find the victims he would kill.
Yes she had used poor judgment,
But she was totally unaware,
Of the kind of monster he was.
Once she found out,
What he was truly capable of,
She did what any person,
In her shoes does,
She took her little boy,
Her darling angel from above,
Found a better place,
For him to be safe and loved.
She then called the authorities,
So that her and her evil husband,
Could be locked away.
And now here she is,
Sitting in the executioner's chamber.
Patiently waiting for her judgment day.
Taking with her a secret,
That an innocent woman,
Was about to die.
But to her it was a fair trade,
For her baby to keep believing this lie.
The truth,
Once revealed,
Could only cause him despair.
For how could he truly handle,
Knowing,
He was,
A murderer's heir.
Copyright © Jose Velazquez | Year Posted 2010
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