Once upon
a summer sun
A gruesome act
has begun
A father burdened
by the torment of life
sharpened the blade
of a kitchen knife
Stuck between
his morality
he begins to weep
for his growing brutality
He led his children
straight to bed
with evil looming
right over his head
The little whispers
tingle in his ear
The growing dread
erupts into full blown fear
Fear for his children
and their small life
The whispers rising
along with the knife
His heart stained
By his destructive mind
His morals caught
in a thick bind
Not remembering
the right from the wrong
Looking
from room to room
as he soundlessly
moves along
His dark shadow
hovers overhead
right above
his children's bed
A shift in his mind
brings the knife down
The children now quiet
Their frozen faces
Lying on the ground
Wiping the dripping knife
Relieved for his children's life
And once he saw
what he had done
He buried them
under
the summer
sun