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.
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