At Sorrow's End

A piece of Dark Poetry ...

At Sorrow's End

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2019 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

O' where to begin with my quill dipped-n-ready to pen,

words telling a tale sure to make even the dead to wail,

in banshee's screeching lament of a life lived and lost,

snuffed from the land of the living in pleasure's giving,

of ecstasy to one manically murderously inanely insane,

set to course of purposed extraction of pure satisfaction,

inflicting pain and suffering upon others as his druthers,

torturing victims for their worth in smile's sadistic mirth,

they knew him by name ever clueless to his deadly game,

foolish enough to invite him over to soon push up clover,

thinking him a loyal friend to stand by them to the end,

but he shan't disappoint them in doling out deaths grim,

going out of his way to hear them shriek in utter dismay,

snipping-n-cutting does him good that soon brings wood,

pleasure enjoyed in measure of all the pain to be gained,

cry all they may or might there shall be no mercy respite,

until pieces hacked and duly rendered totally dismembered,

sadly making a trip outside to find a friend a place to reside,

for good friends are hard to find if one is of the killing kind,

and serial killers tend to run out of friends to make amends,

as each is a project of intuition soon brought to fruition,

in studied stalking of today's select prey come what may,

as defenses are lowered in befriending done to that one,

to soon learn too late what friendship is and what it ain't,

murdered, bagged-n-buried, beneath gnarled willow tree,

he'll shed a flood of tears drowned in bottles of cold beer,

in knowing his time, too, is coming for there is no running,

from that execution date ecstasy has chosen as a final fate,

one looking meekly mild for “fetishes are addictions run wild,¹”

living to kill and killing to live without any apologies to forgive,

he is who he is and was who he was and killing gave him a buzz,

as he waits for the end to come at last “for all things must pass ...²”

There will be no grave 'neath Weeping Willows at sorrow's end,

no there will be no weeping willows at my life's end my friend ...

(Written June 24^th, 2019)

1Addictions Are Fetishes Run Wild �" quoted from the When Nightmares Rule & Death Prevails dark story, Animal Justice, by Flynn de Graham at: https://allpoetry.com/story/16043024-Animal-Justice-by-Flynn-de-Graham-adult

2All Things Must Pass �" Title cut for the George Harrison album, All Things Must Pass: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPTHem2iu0A