What Have I Done?
I turn and look all around me.
Where am I? Where is this place?
How did I get here to be?
In what time is this or what space?
Nothing is familiar at all.
Oh wait...look there is...
Gone...like a fleeting call
Nope...that was not his...
Or could it really be?
I stumble and look down.
Oh lord how could I not see?
"Oh why?" I ask and frown.
For at my feet doth lay
The face that has been
Known to hold me as prey
Now it 'tis missing his grin.
In my hand is this knife
On the ground his corpse is rotting
"Oh my I have taken a life"
I say as his blood I am now blotting.
I look for the mirror
As I know this is not what it seems
As I hope for a look that is clearer
I look and let loose blood curdling screams.
For there on my face is a smile.
His blood upon my hands
This has been there ALL the while
His reign of terror no longer spans.
But how is this to be?
For in my eye is a gleam
Am I truly free?
Don't know...tis nothing but a dream.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2009
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