Are we telling the truth now?

Are we telling the truth now?

Inquisitive patients comparing notes, do they not know what he’ll do to them for their sins somehow?

A hodge podge of killers and would be killers, seeking Dr. Lecter’s Wisdom and..so he does endow

He swims delightfully in the muddy pool of their psychosis and threshing the fields of their minds with his plow

Playing God..this is how

 

First we have the non heir to swine and bovine savagery, Miss Verger

The Doctor prescribes her satanic brothers murder

She tells the Doctor all of her sweets and was asked not to purger

Subliminally he teaches her survival of the fittest as just part of nature

I’m sure if she does the right thing the Doctor won’t murmur

 

Sad Randall, a cave bear  trapped in the body of a man

Assembling the right bones to make his suit with his bare hands

He becomes the predator he feels he is and fulfills his life’s plan

A crying little boys demons were unlocked by Dr. lecter, this is where the mania began

He made little Randall feel free enough to kill with his own signature brand

 

Now there’s fair Will, bringing to Dr. lecters door the spoils of their personal war

“Even Steven”,  he says…….shall we say any more?

The Doctor is in, he’s like a kid in a candy store

One tries to kill the other thru another to even their score

The fight will wage on I’m sure, there is no guarantor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Raven

The Raven feeds on the flesh of the dead

Wrap that around your head

I thought birds ate the crusts of french bread?

They carry your soul to the afterlife with wings spread

 

Inside the woman’s body cavity

The bird was placed there gallantly

The keeper of birds wanted to make something beautiful out of her tragedy

The touch of her chest felt a heartbeat in her anatomy

Her chest cracked open by the faculty

A Raven fly’s out unnaturally

 

The injured misunderstood gent

Had much to present

And was smart enough to know what a Raven would represent

Afraid and thought the killer was hell sent

will anyone ever catch the maleficent

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prophecy

As the pain of childbirth ravages her body once again

She pushes the monster from her womb with great strain

The child lacks bone mass, to cry out she cannot abstain

Her prophecy came to light This is a son he cannot ordain

 

The heartless Earl takes the child to be discarded by nature

He steals the child in the dead of night, as not to mar his stature

Lack of a fathers love, and inability to nurture

There is no real excuse for his behavior

 

The lady Princess finds in the woods, her lost son

She is horrified at what the Earl has done

She will not let her son die under the light of the Northern sun

Ivar, the innocent child, that if not for his mother would have none

 

 

 

Masquerade

Hiding in the shadows, yet right before our eyes

To everyone’s face you spew these fantastical lies

One by one you pick each player off all in an elaborate disguise

What card will you play next? and have you any allies?

Why? Must you toy with everyone? What is the prize?

 

In your Rolodex, do you have a  recipe for every part?

Do you improvise or prepare these masterpieces by heart?

We can clearly see that plating these delights are a work of culinary art

What other delicacies do you add to your shopping cart?

Is anything al la carte?

 

Your masquerade is so well played

Your costumes and masks are of the highest grade

Your Stage and your part are perfectly portrayed

You don’t discriminate your audience’s minds you will invade

A giddy charade

 

 

 

 

 

Betrayal Amongst, Alliance and the Blood Eagle

The Earl See’s all as a whole

Miss Lady, you are the Mole

Through the bars, “The Earl, watches you as you attempt to achieve your goal

You wish to turn all away from him, for the husband that he stole

Subsequent whore to the king, you do it because you hate with all of your soul

 

You ask the old Wizard if the Gods will ever smile upon you again

You tell him you are in excruciating pain

Your title and pride taken away, you want your pain to wain

Do you really think you can make Rollo,  Earl? Or is it you being vain?

Tread very lightly or it is you that will be slain

 

He knows there is betrayal all around

Not a real Ally to be found

Until Earl Inkstad comes to town

Lagertha, she is the Earl, and with her ships and warriors the future is sound

With this Alliance they stand on the proving ground

 

There leaves an execution to be had

Upon asking “what is a Blood Eagle?” He explains to the lad

Slicing open the offenders back, cut open the rib cage removing the lungs to present them as the closed wings facade

His back and body are blood clad

all that watch this execution  are shocked and betrayal forbade

Not a tortured soul would dare add

 

 

 

 

Camaraderie

A strange camaraderie between the King and the Priest

He is intrigued by the Priests knowledge of Pagan Culture at the very least

Together they discover the Art and Written word from the very near east

The Priest is chosen to be the Guardian of such treasures, his time is leased

An opportunity followed by a threat was released

 

The beauty and majesty of the task

In spite of the danger he was honored to be asked

The threat of death did not phase, and his delight couldn’t be masked

The intensity of the opportunity proved vast

Excited to venture into the past

 

Immortalizing the works of seemingly forgotten sculptors, painters and scribes

From Latin to English he transcribes

About their Religion and their forefathers and all of their tribes

How similar are their vibes?

The King would like to know all sides

 

 

 

The Harpsichords Black Keys

The strike of the Harpsichords black keys

He closes his eyes as he travels on the notes revise

Setting the poisonous notes together as if to seize.

The birds garden was changed to concrete, they can no longer sing in the trees.

In it’s place…A beautiful Toxic flower arrangement resides in a Cherry Tree of Japanese

 

The Chesapeake Ripper hides beneath all of their noses

Every victim is part of the piece of music he composes

Each victim intricately set into grotesque yet beautiful poses

Although still killing, acts outwardly as if the chain of events he opposes

Not a naughty detail he exposes

 

Master of manipulation, puppeteer always one step ahead

He’s not even beneath taking a colleague to bed

woo’s her with his sharp wit and as they break bread

kissed her and gave her the attention of a thoroughbred

But..will she end up dead?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marred Tactician

Fresh from the fight the lady returns with reluctance

An angry Earl ignores her substance

The warrior knew upon returning there would be little acceptance

There was no denial of the love she has for her ex husband

hatred makes the Earl take to bed a new acquaintance

 

The rouges slip in to her bed chamber to beat and mar

At the Earls coaxing, 4 beat the lady under the north star

Kicks and blows on the floor she lay with her scar

To parade her face in the midst of all was bizarre

His abuse to the lady, in all eyes, has gone to far!

 

He has ignited a raging fire inside her soul

His tyrannical behavior and refusal to be warned has taken it’s toll

Will he really allow all to see her blood? Is that his goal?

Jealousy and the urge to humiliate forces her hand to change her role

The marred tactician turns to stab the troll

 

She watches him scream and flail about

Stands firm with her head held up to establish her clout
Blades are drawn seemingly against her, but the assassins blade changed it’s route

Slicing the head of the Earl and now to Lagertha, all are devout

The brave marred tactician is firm she has no intention of backing out