Self-Fulfilled

An original poem that hopefully doesn't suck.

A boy was born
Unto shining sunlight
In the realm of gleaming stars
His parents, though, forlorn,
And caught in fright,
Placed him, quickly, behind bars

For this boy, born foul and gray,
Was made of sin
And bound to sway
Toward wicked deeds
And sew dismay
Around, and in,
The realm of Pei

On occasion, folk would come to see him
The guards would shackle arm to rim
He always howled in the dark
An angry dog with an angry bark

His hair was of a golden hue
But his heart was black like rotten stew
By year three, he called his mother, “Shrew”
And his father was known as “Dirty Lou”

Covered to nail in white reeds,
He’d escaped his prison dank
He committed most atrocious deeds
To find father, whom he had to thank
For imprisonment had taught him enough
To discover whom to hate
So, he called forth his old father,
And his father took the bait

Years had passed like rain and dew
Trickling among the soy
The regal, afeared father knew
Not to meet his wicked boy
Unless he wished to die alone
Watching crows pick at his bone

He devised a crafty trap, a snare
Hoping to catch
His son like a wild bear
Tar and thatch
Were scattered here and there
Ready to be set alight, on a dare

Through storm and calm, the trappers waited
Swords sharpened, the trap was baited
But the boy dodged one and all
And, in the mist, he made to call
Ensued, there did, a mighty brawl
His thirst would soon be sated:
He hewed his dad from skull to ball
And screeched, at last elated

Julian Traas, Nov. 2009

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