Pieces

The Garden

Adrenaline rushes in as I swing open the doors
I enter the hall of serenity with open jaws
Its smell tickles my nose and enters my lungs
Strength engulfs me and I feel like a hero unsung
With sweet scents of wood filling up my personal space
I close my eyes, as with wind the greenery sways
Against my face, I sense flowers blooming in delight
Tears flow as I know they will be harvested tonight
I shut my lips tight; in grief my body starts to quiver
Me, a gardener who is even a wilted plants’ well-wisher
I love the atmosphere around me, it feels just at home
And so with a final glance around it before I performed
My assistance to the lifeless, following drastic measures
Something mournful through which I gain sly pleasure…

Following the ritual, I first walked over to the pond
I cleansed myself with icy water and put my gloves on
Then I got up and took steady steps to the flowerbed
I looked at them and said… “Get ready to be harvested”
With my fingers as weapons, I hastily uprooted them
I picked up clippers, and began chopping off their stems
Plucking petals, I slithered them just below my nostrils
I then pressed them on the ground with force of my muscles –
So they could reunite with their soils for the last time
Before placing them into jars for the rich ones to dine…

As I enjoyed the sight of the plants trapped in the jar
I hear rustling sounds, and turned to see the door ajar
The sounds of footsteps seemed to be growing louder
It’s then when I snapped out of my dream theatre
All that I dug six feet under flashed before my eyes
Someone was peeping at everything I always do inside
I stood still, for running away couldn’t save me now
A malicious criminal with a past so cruel, it never allowed –
Me to live a normal life, the way everyone else does
Just because I wanted to overcome the fear of blood
My family was murdered, only my son and I lived
A disabled boy, for in his past life he did no good deed
So here I am now trying to fulfil his needs by doing sin
Slaying the families of those who once made me a victim
Here forth I, Mr. Watson, the devoted doctor with a passion -
To hunt for blood so I could operate major post mortems
I cunningly killed people, yet I was cautious not to reveal –
Then back at work I would cut open the bodies for meals
I took advantage of my status so that I won’t be caught
But now cuffs tie my hands, as I’m pulled away by cops
I thank God I gave my precinct a final glance this morning
The operation theatre, my garden, now grows silent in mourning…

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The Red Dragon

The question…
Guarding a petite door which leads to the secret passage
He is a loner, who turned into a beast, just to release the inner aches
Blocking out anybody who dares to get across himself
Scare them off with blazing fire and casting them with spells
He immediately expels, anyone who wants to pick up a fight
Because it’s an honor to him that he’s the protector of such rights
After all it’s someone’s life that he endangers himself for
But why does he even care to serve a person all his life long?
A person who he doesn’t even know or has never seen personally
So why does he turn himself into such responsibilities?
What is the story behind all this, why has he turned into a slave?
A master’s slave who is a master of himself at the end of the day

The answer…
The answer is so simple; it breaks the law of simplicity
It’s L.O.V.E after all that drags him to do such insanity
The one he’s guarding is no other than the Queen of his heart
Now you must be wondering how this can possibly come to pass
You see, the red dragon was cursed with a spell so cold
“Your true love requires great sacrifices”, the witch lady told
Although confused, blur and dumbfounded by those words,
He set that aside as the King had called him for the worst
The princess was to be locked in a castle, safe from evil’s way
The red dragon had heard of the princess’ beauty and grace
Her innocent face from her picture he had seen crossed his mind
Falling for her wasn’t difficult, her love made him blind
He agreed to protect her, putting his life at the edge of a cliff
He knew even if he would never see her, her presence was bliss

The ending…
No matter how much the King wanted evil to stay out of the trail
Death will come one day, and it came to make the red dragon fail
As he was immortal, his life could end only if there was evolution
But his princess was human, death to her was obviously certain
And so the day came, when he finally got to see her face
She still looked beautiful on her death bed, even with her skin so pale
He bid her farewell, with his heart filled with tears and disturbance
He had failed his only love, if only he had confronted his emotions
Drying his eyes after her funeral, he gathered guts to visit her room
What he saw was blood on the walls reading “Oh, Red Dragon, I love thy too…”