Glaring at the glowing drops of steel
As they dripped from the scarred anvil
Like beads of tempered rain running
Into crevice and crack like red lightning
Forks streaking cross charcoal sky
From whence rain came as cool ash
Damping breathing, calming the very soul.
Striking out with intention of murder
Whipping up more anger to draw the victim,
The strangler who sketched with chalk finger
The outlines of bodies and dark little stories
Venting to peace and evenings drinking
Red wine with soft cheese following
Extended visits to the patisserie.
Darkness undressed her all scarred and withered,
Weaving its storm clouds and pronouncing out loud
“All should kneel then be proud” to yield to adversity,
Any little difficulty could go unsolved so easily
Until the day he turned away from all that hate,
Turned around and remedied his complaints, his disdain.
