Sparkatale

No one knew his name

Nor from where he came

All they knew is that a man was living still

In the house on a hill

 

That man

Was for them a mystery

He would tell his story then

But he couldn’t let them see

 

All his life he’s been told

He would be nothing when he’s old

He’s been torn apart

By people

They never loved him

Never gave him the right attention

When he grew up

He told himself, “But they’re now all buried, lying in their graves”

He wasn’t anymore one of their slaves

 

He craved blood

He craved death

He loved to steal souls

Just like they took his

They said he was the villain

Always the same refrain

But all those in this world who suffer

Don’t they deserve to find a shelter?

He was there to give them relief

He was there to gift them deliverance

 

By one night

He was standing on the sill

In the low light he was appealing

Handsome, charming

Just like the darkness is so inviting

She did see

Oh, someone finally did see

The beautiful blend of light and darkness in him

The light beams in his eyes

A cold, thrilling light in his steel blue eyes

While the darkness in his soul resides

And the shades of it in his heart he hides

Sometimes in his spirit open wide

The two shades of light and dark collide

But not forming the color grey

He came to guess, “It takes over me, the dark side”

Looking at her, with a sight that did thrill

He walked into the room with skill

And slightly whispered, “My intention is to kill”

 

Every time he thought he got someone’s heart

He went back down with hurt

“No love, no harm.

Just another false alarm”

So he could not believe

That she was able to love him

 

“Please, let me go”, she implored

But her prayers to the lord

Were all vain

And she knew it when he murmured

“You want to go just like everyone left me

But I love the way you shine

My intention is to keep you mine”

Her weep he couldn’t abide

He approached that thin body he tied

“Forgive me, my love”, he said

As he pointed his weapon to her head

And with the sight of a caring lover

He shot her

That homicide

Was just another secret he had to hide

 

A quick painful sound

Blood flowing on the ground

He looked into her dead empty eyes

He bowed and told his last goodbyes

No regrets, no shame

But was he to blame?

After all, there have been much worse things

In the house on a hill