Boy and Man
by Sylvan Snape
a/n: This isn't a poem, and isn't a story really. It's kind of a lyrical narrative. If you like rhyming, read Dr Seuss, because this ain't a rhyming thing. Also, if you don't like it, flame me please, I need the criticism. If you DO like it….then.. duh, DON'T flame me LOL.
A small child clutching his mangled face,
Eyes swollen and teeth deformed.
Screaming in silence as the cold envelopes him.
His funeral a eulogy of taunts and laughter.
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A young man sits alone on a bench.
The others not trusting what they cannot explain.
Maniac they scream though he's committed no sin.
Smiling, he thinks "Why prove them so wrong?"
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A mother weeping over her loss.
His face, only she loved, is etched in her memory.
Not counting the cost, she makes them all pay.
Blood, and strength for him gained by her blade.
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A mother he never knew lays in her grave.
Last rights cleansed her, preserving her soul.
Giving him up was so easy to do.
Another nail in the coffin of the children he'll slay.
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One forever a child, in his mothers eyes and in his own mind.
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While the other a man to soon he becomes, hater of childhood innocence lost.
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Face to face, one loved, one forgotten.
A meeting of blades, many small, one huge.
The sleeping one has no chance in his dream world.
The waking one laughs as he makes the rain fall.
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A small child clutching his mangled face.
Razors of fingers taunting wet flesh
Begging for Death that won't come or can't.
Mommy, don't let the water come in.
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A grown man wrapped in liquid blue.
Unsaveable hands push the boy further.
The Girl screams and almost reaches him.
The little boy hears, and remembers.
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A sudden awakening, a pulling away.
Rotting wood and threatening flame are their battleground.
The boy in the mask lies broken and bleeding.
Blade of the child in the child haters hands.
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Flames like the bowels of hell shower the man.
Fear like embers glowing in his eyes.
The child faces terror, arms wide open.
Both his and the one he stole from the other.
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Scraping of blade against wood.
The girl waits for death
When up from the water, he gives her a hand…and a glove.
He remembers the feel of her fingers on his.
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Rolling into the water.
The mans head sinks as a stone.
The girl leans across to thank the boy.
But in his mothers arms, the boy sleeps,
Dreamlessly.