Gifts
Stab, twist
His words through the soul
His hands all over the child
Paternal, patronizing
Loving, too much
Hot tears spill, night after night
Childish screams like music
This is a gift, he says
After all
All men must serve
Stab, twist
My knife through the heart
My hands around his throat
Apprentice, slave for too long
"Loving," never again
Hot blood spills, spurt after spurt
Tortured screams like music
This is a gift, I say
After all
All men must die
*Inspired by A Song of Ice and Fire by G.R.R. Martin*