Part 1. Another Step

I)                   Another step, soft as a whisper on the velvet rug,

The child, clutching the bear in a loving hug,

As he walks sleepy-eyed through the darkness-clad halls,

Towards the eerie cry beckoning through the walls.

II)                 The stairs, a sculpted snake, unwind before him,

Another step, on the night’s hidden whim

And he descends into the vastness of the room,

Unknowingly inhaling the scent of doom.

III)              The toy falls like lead from his cold, frightened hands

And as a frozen stone he silently understands,

Another step, blood drenches his foot,

Its crimson flood he sees black as soot.

IV)              Before the child’s eyes, the father succumbs,

Under the pressure of the dagger, they crumble, his lungs

Escaping him, one last humid breath,

Another step, he falls into oblivion, escaping all wrath.

   Epilogue

She stands, blood dripping from fingers so white,

A gasp clogs her throat, shaking the night,

She picks up the toy, and clutches it near,

Afraid the boy’s silence her soul would sear.

And she might fall to her knees, pull him in a hug,

An embrace empty and cold, on the red-stained rug.

Metallic seconds resound in the shadows,

A hidden click, an echo of mourning widows,

Her mind ceases, along with time’s flow

When they collapse through burning shards, before the deafening blow.

Part 2. Deadly Infatuation

Assassins’ ball

Glittering diamonds, tuxedos and pearls,

Dancing together in nauseating swirls,

Drowned in waves of cold-hearted humor,

Infected by society’s malignant tumor.

Disgusted, I yawn, watching the spectacle evolve

I feel my head a stranger, I feel it revolve

The overwhelming heat weighs freezing on my arm,

I feel exposed to the room’s appealing harm.

Lightly I caress the velvet mask I wear,

That matches so much more than just my raven hair

It mirrors my soul, struggling, drowned deep in tar,

Deafened by the madness raging from afar.

The last night, the great standing ovation on a stage painted red