I hold you in my arms, I cradle you like a proud dad handing out cigars
As I breathe in the cold talons of winter that approaches
The Wiltshire town. Overhead twinkling streetlights outshine the unseen stars
And the vermin of life, rats, bacteria and cockroaches
Of which I try to keep you away from.
I hear a sound of people gathering round, tears in their
Eyes. let the public come near, let the ghoulish come
And see what becomes when the dream of life turns to nightmare.
They took your life
For the kick of it all it seemed
Baying for blood, excited, steaming and out of breath.
Your girlfriend unable to become your wife
They destroyed all you both had dreamed
And left me hearing the sound of death.
Ian D. Hall 2013.