The Evil One

I picked the house whilst floating down After travelling to this country town The air from the house was delicious As the shouting voices raised were so vicious The first one I saw was a little girl And I touched her lightly with a twirl She would become a victim so sadly true Getting her taste as sweet and clean will do Then to the kitchen I did float Touching the mother as I did gloat For she would be the dead one When the deed so evil was done Then I looked him straight in the eyes Transferring all the evil to him to despise And I whispered in his ear All the nastiness I could say so clear With the scene now set I settled down whilst he got onto it The rage within him I had planted Bubbled and broiled as it was fed Until suddenly he sprang at her Beating and straggling as her death occurred He sat at the table with his head in his hands Sobbing uncontrollably wondering at his next plans After a half an hour he went to the shed And hung himself from the rafter until he was dead The little girl tried to roust her mother But her sleep was eternal as no other I savoured the scene drinking the sadness in Delighting in it all from beginning to end And when I had drunk my fill I left the house moving on to deliver my next pill. © Paul Warren Poetry