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*