Bloodbath

Weary from war And gorged on travelling, The wanderer returns. Foremost in his mind A bath to soak in And a welcome From his family. Sacrilegious Is any other Homecoming Failing to honour A king and conqueror With spoils For all. Yet resentment festers In her breast Having lost a daughter To propel Her husband's fleet, And in his absence Having found a lover. Little does he know How much she does Detest,despise and dishonour Him,her vainglorious husband. But her blade will bite Into his hungry flesh . Then will the gods Cry out For vengeance For her accursed sin When she should have Washed away his weariness Without a bloodbath.