Watch Out For Me

Watch out for Me

“Watch out for me!” The old man cried.

“No longer do I have my eyes

I lost then in a war to set you free.

But Raven Black I still can see

Vengeful devils will have their way

Watch out for me.

 

“Ripe fruit! Sustaining

What is left of me?”

He screamed

Through gritted teeth in

Passionate hate

 

Death drew near

Sighs contentedly

 

“Wait! Wait!”

The old man screamed

“Let me have my memories

To take with me

 

Daughter’s perfumed smell.

Dappled sunshine on golden hair

Childish squeals of delight

Son’s first goal inside the net

 

What use are they?

Lost to me forever now

Without my sight

I have no life.

 

Vengeful tears spilled down his cheeks

He stared at some unseeing face

“I only say what is true.

I have no eyes because of you.”

.

Death’s hand

Stilled his fevered brow

His dying breath –

“Watch out for me.”

 

.A raven stood

Upon the old man’s grave,

And pecked and pecked

At the tombstone grain.

Until the clear inscription

Read;

 

Watch out for me.

I may be dead, But you, will see,

Your dirty deed did not die with me.

 

Raven black I now can see

Swift, Sweet revenge!

Watch out for me.”

Gemma Hill 2012 ©