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Magnolia trees in bloom
Lawns dusted with pink.
Historic farmhouses lined the road.
A sheltered suburbia it was assumed.
Crevices between the asphalt
filled with secrets unknown.
As the sun went down
millions of heavenly bodies came out
Old lamp posts flickered
illuminating the hidden sins of the night.
The echoes of anger consumed this lane
A man of horror came out to play
He swallowed the poison
filled with pain
smashed his fists against the window pane.
Even his better half, was not safe from his vicious wrath.
No longer under this man’s spell
she shrieked and sobbed
Yet was trapped in his cell
Praying to God he would be committed to Hell.
Children hid from the nocturnal torture.
None had uttered a peep
covering their mouths
so they would not weep.
Time passed, his children gasped for air
silently reciting a prayer.
It was now the witching hour,
the sinister affairs soon coming to a close
Cowering in the dark no more.
The sun will soon ascend
the evil of the night washed away, by the daylight gleam.
Sinister ways now concealed
he walked down the little dead end road
passing by righteous folk, psychotic tendencies never to be revealed.
A smile pursed across his lips, dreaming of moment he can take his first sip.