Note: Well, this poem is set when Hannibal begins his revenge killings in the novel. Strangely enough, this poem seems (to me at least) to be a little bitter - but it seems to fit. Anyway, Merry Christmas; a new chapter of The Witness is on it's way, and I'm currently working on a new thriller set post Hannibal. As to this poem, I hope you like it, and reviews are deeply appreciated.
WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS
a Hannibal Rising poem by JetNoir
A blackened branch lays
dead upon the ground,
cold carbon, cold and crumbled
lost to the earth
in aeturnum.
I ask the horse to look away,
why?
For it's innocence
to be shattered would
be rudeness, unspeakable.
In fact, silence is what
would hold you best,
not far from a place
I used to call
homeā¦
Until the hatred of your
ignorance, and lust of greed
penetrated my burning heart
spilling unto the pure whitest
snow.
Blood, family, love, feeling
all away from my person,
as I cling to what is left
a base emotion.
Revenge.
And the weight of the branch won't hold you and the rope forever. It will snap in two.
And you shall fall to the muddy ground.
And you will be dead.
Disclaimer: Hannibal Rising is copyright to Thomas Harris; and the poem to me. This poem has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page (this includes links) without my express written permission. Thankyou!
JetNoir
