this dude really hates hia wife... |
he came running past the tulips and the trees he came charging, leaving behind a lasting breeze he kept his pace like lightning, he had to get to the cave he knew to go on fighting, for she may hit the grave he recalled he had been sleeping and missed not a single wink he now understood they took her, from her toes to her lips of pink he let the tears race away from his face, the man was running that fast he then saw the dark opening and now he was there at last he knew that it was her screaming, he could never mistake her voice he did not have any arm, but of course he had no choice he felt his ankles burning, with the green grass at his feet he did not yet stop running, until his mission was complete he approached the cave, his soul within burning with hate he heard her screams fade out, and feared to be too late he saw two men looming over, what he knew to be his wife he saw one man held her by her hair, and the other held a knife he let the glare of the blade shine in his eyes as he kept his shadow discreet he felt his brown eyes burning while they part her legs nice and neat he could not take this any longer, and then decided to attack he felt his courage rise as he stole the blade, then with no remourse, shoved it in the first man's back he smiled as the second man, with scare painted on his face, run outside the cave in shame and sad disgrace he helped his love right up into his arms, and kissed her sweet and true he then took the blade to her throat and said, "Not them, it is me who must kill you." |