AN: Thank you for clicking! I hope you enjoy these poems! And I do not own Murdoch Mysteries, or Frozen's Let it Go.
The Lambs and The Birds and The Lions
A drabbly poem illustrating an alternate ending to The Murdoch Trap.
Running for her
Clutching the film
The murder confession
The wheel of life
Redemption
Racing against time
Against fate
Against the cloaked figure of
Death
Running for her
The noose tightens
The hangman's grip
On the lever shakes
Here is an innocent woman
About to be hanged
Slaughtered
It's a mistake
It's a mistake
It's a scheme
It's a lie
It's a dream
Today an innocent woman dies
The lambs and the birds and the lions cry
He's charging
Dying
Running faster than a memory
Tearing through the air itself
Desperation
Here is the last straw
The sizzling final stand
It all depends on
The silver film in his hands
The hangman's grip
On the lever shakes
Here is an innocent woman
About to be hanged
Slaughtered
It's a mistake
It's a mistake
It's a scheme
It's a lie
It's a dream
Today an innocent woman dies
The lambs and the birds and the lions cry
His heart is ready to burst
Pounding, thrumming, crashing
As he bursts into the silver halls
Galloping, sprinting,
Damnation
Feet skidding
Soul slipping
Death shivering through
The air
The hangman's grip
On the lever shakes
Here is an innocent woman
About to be hanged
Slaughtered
It's a mistake
It's a mistake
It's a scheme
It's a lie
It's a dream
Today an innocent woman dies
The lambs and the birds and the lions cry
She lets a tear fall
And all the world sees
Her entire life
Inside those eyes
Coroding
The rope collar tightens
Life cutting, dying
Singing, crying
Heart beating on love
He slams through the door
Like a bull through a haystack
Like a whale's tail through water
Like a bullet through the soldier
"Wait!"
The noose snaps shut
The hangman's grip
On the lever lurches
Here is an innocent woman
Still twitching
Slaughtered
It's a mistake
I forgive you, William. I forgive you, William. I forgive you, William. I forgive you, William. I forgive-William. William.
Today an innocent woman dies
The lambs and the bird and the lions cry
Let it Go- Gillies Version
Frozen's Let it Go parodied into a darker, Gilles-friendly version. This is the scene where he murdered his former best friend, Robert Perry.
The rain shatters the air
On the roof tonight
Not a single person
To be seen
Locked inside the private shed
The doll, the noose, the queen
The wind is howling
Like this swirling storm inside
Can't keep in the rage
Hadn't even tried
Don't let him run
But let him see
Hold the saw with rage and honor and glee
Conceal
Don't feel
Don't let him know
Let the blood flow
Let it go
Let it go
Feel the aching love no more
Let it go
Let it go
Leave the corpse behind the closed door
With no care at all
For whatefer he may say
Let the storm rage on
The blood never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some years in prison
Makes everything seem dark
And the love that was so controlling
Matters not to the crow nor lark
It's time to see
What this saw can do
To shred the flesh
And break through
No right nor wrong
No rules for me
I'm free
Let it go
Let it go
The anger will never die
Let it go
Let it go
Love will not make me cry
Here I stand
Holding his dying hand
Let the storm rage on
The scarlet rivers through the air into the ground
Dripping, glowing
Spreading crimson madness all around
And thoughts of revenge are as harsh as icy blasts
I'm never forgettting
Forgiving will always come last
Let it go
Let it go
They'll find his body before dawn
Let it go
Let it go
The friendship of youth is gone
Here I stand
With a headless man to the left
Let the storm rage on
I was never bothered by any death
The Cemetery Air
Lil' poem about Julia being buried alive.
The crushing
Darkness
Of Toronto's cemetery
May seem dark to those above
At midnight
But underneath
The earth and stone
The darkness
I assure you
Is darker
You cannot
See
Anything
Not even your own hand
But the walls
Are not walls
They're shadows
Solid
Coffin glares
Of pure darkness
Sometimes
You can hear
Your own screams
Loud, fearful
Grating and splitting
In the night... Or day?
And sometimes it's just
Your breathing
And the sound
Is insanity
The thought of
The millions of specs
Creating a weight
Upon your coffin roof
Crushes your thoughts
And you cannot
Think
About anything
Except despair
Despair
Is everywhere
In the underground air
Along with horror and fear
The cold sweat
Neck against damp hair
Sums up
The damning certainty
That death
Is near
Eventually
That air
That dark
Cold
Despairing
Silent
Solid
Air
Will
Run out
When One Needs a Mask
A very dark piece taking place when Gillies knocked out Julia to get a mask of her face. What really happened:
Unconscious
She was so peaceful
She had sat so tall
But now
Unconscious
She was nothing
But small
He needed a mask
So he was
Resourceful
He was making a new face
And hers
Was beautiful
He couldn't resist
To put it simply
Though there's no true simple way
That I can say
But to put it as simply as possible
She was beautiful
In so many ways
If one were to walk in
They'd see his hand
On her neck
She was soft
And he liked that
She was pale and peaceful and small
As a fleck
Nothing to it
He had thought
Just make the mask
And leave
But she was so small and soft
And her eyelashes were curled
And beckoning
His needs
An act of pure evil
Heartless shame
Shameless heart
The house was empty
And she was asleep
And he was deranged, evil, sick
From the very
Start
He liked to be flamboyant
But perhaps
Just this once
He could take a secret act of
Revenge
For private satisfaction
For fun
The curtains were drawn tightly
The lamp glowed in sorrow
The unfortunate,
Breaking woman
Would not remember tomorrow
The mask could wait
For here was a man
He only knew evil and rage
The shadows in the house
Crept silently
The only witnesses
To brutality
He slowly lifted
Her skirts
Got every aspect
Prepared
And this small
Ugly
Secret
Is not one to be
Shared
Scene of Revenge
A bloody showdown between the detective and his nemesis
"Remember what we did
Tha night
On the train tracks?!"
Is the last thing the detective
Hears
As the cry of anger scorches
Throughout the blood
And tears
AN: Thank you very much for reading these five pieces! I would greatly appreciate a review, any comments do make me happy!
Have a nice day!
PS. I personally don't think Mr. Gillies is dead. I just plainly refuse to accept it!