The bloodless lover needed blood
Form the saint’s hand he took his own reddish wine
drank it to the end to sooth his spotless heart,
then laughed at the blaming world of crime
He needed blood
Still fragrant with toxic wine,
his lips kissed the walls of the shrine,
whispered in the ears of the beloved and said:
“your whole life should be no one’s but mine
Then took her body into his warm arms
He needed blood
It was a hot summer night
The stars above all shined
He was looking for the joy of a living love,
and erroneously tried
to make the beloved, one of his crimes
He needed blood
It was then early in the morning
the news was read by an innocent child:
‘The body of a girl, in a cathedral was found’
The lover called his killing a religious sacrifice
He had his own crazy reason, telling that
“He wanted nothing but his victim’s heart”.
But, NO
He needed blood
Courtesy of Pinterest pictures
Foroz, M. (2017). Inside Out: A Collection of English Poems. Olympia Publishers: London.
Oh, my! What an awful and tragic story! This is one of those stories like a nightmare where we only wish and hope it to not be true. Dark, cold, and bloody.