A Little Information

 'Tis not an easy thing

To write a morbid line

The human heart, by nature

Does happiness pine

Yet strangely as always

I find my heart does sit

In relation to normal beings

Firmly opposite

By darkness and misery

And all things scary

My mind is fascinated

When it should feel the contrary

Blood and gore I appreciate

My bloodlust, violence alone can sate

Pray tell, what’s wrong with me

For I let out a contented sigh

When all in the world goes awry

And I witness a killing spree

 Now shall be told the story behind

The warped nature of my mind

I shall tell all who wish to know

Why my mind is twisted so

The beginning of this morbid tale

Lies in the midst of the Kashmir vale

Where a man’s eye can at once feast

On both, the beauty and the beast

I walked alone on that fateful day

Unwittingly my feet did stray

I ended up tired and worn

In an unknown place, deserted and forlorn

But even on that deserted road

An evil did my heart forebode

For a foul stench filled my nose

From that cursed ground it arose

It mattered not as much to me

As did my curiosity

For at once I felt the urge to know

What evil lurked in the ground below

Digging with a fervent hand

I dug deeper into the land

Blood and sweat from my body did run

Until at last my task was done

I pulled it out onto the ground

But it made not a single sound

Nor should it have, for it was dead

It was a child’s severed head

Horror smote my very core

Hate poured out of my every pore

Who could do such a heartless thing

On an innocent soul, such torture bring?

It seemed not to me at least

The work of a crazed wild beast

Nay, this bore signs of a cold blooded plan

This was done by none other than man

What manner of ungodly pain

Had molded and shaped his brain

That he began to contemplate

Such unthinkable acts to perpetrate?

While I lay there, in shock, reeling

Suddenly I got the feeling

I was not, as I’d thought, alone

There was someone hiding behind the stone

I ran at once to investigate

And not a single moment too late

For there, in the undergrowth, lay hid

The man who had this evil did

He lay there grinning in the dirt

Still wearing his blood soaked shirt

How low could this man’s soul get?

For he showed not an ounce of regret

He seemed, in fact, in total bliss

As if nothing on earth were amiss

He proudly showed to me the knife

With which he’d took the poor child’s life

I set upon him with all my might

He didn’t seem to put up a fight

By the time all my energy was spent

Limb from limb, his body I’d rent

When his last limb did I tear

I heard a cry of despair

A lady, in obvious strife

Was attempting to take her own life

I ran to her, held her arm

Till she could do no bodily harm

I asked her, “pray ma'am, tell me

What is it that so troubles thee?”

She looked at me with pity and sorrow

For her, she said, there was no tomorrow

For the man I’d sent to the lord above

Was her husband, her one true love

I had robbed her of the one thing

That happiness in her life did bring

“why, oh, why”, she accosted me

Why did I wreak such misery

“but lady”, I said, quite astonished

For I hadn’t expected to be admonished

“he cut the child’s head to the bone

And buried him beneath that stone”

Why, u should feel naught but relief

This harbinger of evil and grief

Has finally met his end

His soul to hell did I send

A little information is dangerous

This from my elders I’d always heard

But even in my wildest dreams

The answer I got would be absurd

Yet it strangely did ring true

And suddenly it all made sense

My mind reeled with dread when I

Envisaged the consequence

For she proceeded to tell the tale

Of the child’s murder in Kashmir vale

Her voice was numb when she spoke

For her spirit I had broke

She told me fate had played with us

A game most perilous

For who I deemed the enemy

Was in fact the savior of humanity

The man I’d killed was a priest

Violence he liked the least

But he had danced the devils dance

For it was humanity’s only chance

The child who had so touched my heart

Who lay from me, not ten feet apart

Was in fact a lifeless empty soul

Whose body did the devil control

He was the devil, come from hell

To put mankind under his evil spell

But his secret disguise had been found out

By the priest, god’s loyal scout

The priest took upon himself the task

Though for any man, t’was a tough ask

To send the devil back down the road

To hell, his only true abode

It was indeed an almighty fight

One never seen before by mortal sight

Yet the man who had thus succeeded

Now lay dead, while his heart bleeded

The devil may have been sent away

But he’d be back another day

Her husband, on the other hand

Had forever left this sacred land

A moment after she’d told me this

I felt the death angel’s kiss

For the noble priest’s widowed wife

Had in that moment taken her life

I lay there my mind in tumult

I knew not what to do

I had killed my savior

And now his wife too

The guilt was too much to bear

I could take it no longer

For me to survive this ordeal

My will had to be much stronger

But it wasn't as fate would have it

My will was frail and weak

I slit my throat, then and there

Never again did I speak.