Two star struck lovers bequeathed to the night,
Passion, deceit for to hide out of sight.
She…questionable virtue…from the wrong side of the tracks,
Parental displeasure of refinement she lacks.
Refinement nor virtue does fail to impart,
For love…it does blind in matters of the heart.
Inconsolable his father takes matters to hand,
This tryst must dissolve on this he demands.
Honor of family trumps sanctity of life,
She must be parlayed before he takes her his wife.
So twisted was his mind he could scarcely think clear,
The evil he did plot against his son held so dear.
Blackness in his heart…the tramp won’t be missed,
When…how…on the table pound his fist!
Finally he takes her, it matters not from where,
Kicking and screaming he has her by the hair.
Raging and seething to the lake they did go,
Softness of ground, so much easier to sow.
She fought for her life, to the end no avail,
Fate she did meet by his father…did impale.
Twisted face…drove the father to remorse,
For the good of the family, I must stay the course.
Sweat pouring down, the hole he did dig,
Shovel like a flash moving dirt, leaf and twig.
Body limp and lifeless, a dirty silent face,
Angelic in its beauty he laid her into place.
What have I done as each shovel flew,
Too late it was now there is nothing more to do.
Vial task now complete, heavy heart he did carry,
Back to his home…no one more the wary.
Son perplexed by absence, he couldn’t help but worry,
Where might she have gone, without trace, in a hurry.
For days upon end decline did his mood,
Nary desire for sleep, for water or for food.
His father stood watch as his son’s life did languish,
Conscience torn asunder he succumbed to his anguish.
Little time did it take for the boys light to fade,
Result of the father’s despondent bed that he made.
He buried his boy not long after this,
Family collapsed he was so sorely missed.
The father, for all his attempts to defend,
Suffered his sin, one he could never mend.
He passed like his son fairly soon thereafter,
Life spun out of control an irreparable disaster.
Hell most surely laid out it’s red carpet for him,
The Devil delighting in this most thoughtless of whims.
For all his grandiose and pompous plans he did draw,
He lost his family, his son, his life and beautiful daughter-in-law.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~