Shane Ward

14 April 2008

Bludgeoned

A new baby was born

Bathed then immaculate, a symbol of hope when all have fallen off the deep end.

A Bounty hunter captured the incriminated Father, leaving the family torn.

Wrongfully accused the Father displayed his scorn

The Bounty hunter had no choice but to defend

A grave mishap left the family to mourn.

The baby aged, no longer a figure to adorn

Bastard son had no radiating beauty to lend

Vengeance-bound, avenging death as a matter of atonement, an onslaught was sworn.

Numb, the Bastard sounded the Golden horn

Perilous journey through the forests and foliage was one not to recommend

Foresight impaired, phantom voices kept the Bastard afoot, though battered and worn.

Arrived, the Bastard gnawed the eroded teeth in mental anguish as though to forewarn

The Bounty hunter was seeking to offend

Knowing his life was abrupt, a duel was initiated by the Bastard, no longer forlorn.

The Bounty hunter was a Master fencer, thus he jabbed the Bastard with his thorn

While the Bastard fell to his knees, not able to have an explicit message to send

The Sarcophagus, his Father, materialized and told him “it’s harvest season for the corn.”

Revenge left Bastard’s wound preserved as he plowed Bounty hunter with his own horn.