So, I put up a poem yesterday...it was a tad bit angsty.... Here's another with a lighter ending. Enjoy! Beta'd of course by PlatinumRoseLady.
Torn
Tattered tapestry wove together,
Told a tale that was a travesty.
And in my blindness I did not see
That it knotted a noose around me.
I hung around just to help-
Held onto to a hero's hope
Stretching myself to thin
But, I just readied the rope.
A thousand words I saw
Trapped in her blue eyes
But, what spilled from
Her ruby lips was only lies.
We chased her fictions beast
In the inky depths of memory.
Nothing written, not a soul knew
What she had claimed to see.
The fact still will remain her
Boyfriend's in his final resting place.
And so when I returned that eve
I promised to continue the chase.
To tired, Sam stayed at the motel.
So, I returned to her house that eve
And came across the monstrosity.
She laughed, not pretending to grieve.
She's faster than I expected, fast enough
To catch me as I'm still understanding
Where this all went wrong as I'm thrown
Into unconsciousness against the landing.
Hours, and hours….groggy minuets
…..as time continues to slip by….
…so slowly I awake….darkness…
…I pray this isn't my time to die…
I'm tied down, I remember with fear
The grotesque corpse that last left
(Not entirely in one piece)
The basement where I am kept.
She's standing over me, taller….
Hair wild as her blood red eyes…
Limbs longer, teeth razor sharp…
She's hungry, no surprise.
I fight, and I fight against my bonds.
I just have to distract her a little more
Keep working, with my wrists now raw
Until my hero comes through the door.
Her smile is as crooked
As her unmasked intentions.
And I can't say I'm too happy
To have all the attention.
And my brother is hunting frantically
For a monster we had not anticipated.
If only he knew now how this trap
Was so artfully set and tactfully bated.
But he rushes onward, pressing his luck.
And I know I never want to see
Her savagery unfold in brutality
Killing my brother in front of me.
"He's close, I can smell him,"
She snarls eagerly, "It'll be such a treat."
The rope's almost loose, almost there…
I'm so close to creating her defeat.
And just outside, I hear the scratches
That someone is checking the around
Someone I know is taking precautions
Soon someone will be buried in the ground.
"Sam!" I yell, "She's the monster!"
A swipe of claws, I'm knocked into silence
But my words have spurred others
in to immediate action and violence.
When the door is brutally kicked open
She looks away, long enough for me
To slip these ropes, slip into the shadow
And get a weapon now that I'm free.
With scarred body and artful hands
We can create anything needed to kill.
Guns, and knives, the real weapon
Is our training that lends deadly skill.
The battle is terse, and glad to be done
When she's lying dying, Sam finally calms.
I smile, and pat his shoulder, "So, Sam,
"Did you miss me when I was gone?"
"No," Sam hastily replies, "I had to come
And find your sorry self. You had the car."
We laugh off the tense situation, but know
Without each other we'd never go far.
~The End~