Valentine (or Feeding the Birds)

There once was a woman whom he had loved,
Just like him, he turned her into a doll,
Now, she lies before him, life abated,
In a bloody heap, with her lifeless doll.
He sure loved seeing her beg for her life,
He watched her viscera rip, and her blood drip,
He no longer wanted her as his wife,
A new woman had his heart in her grip.
Birds picked at the lifess remains of her,
Birds, with bloody beaks full of intestines,
Thankful for their meal, now but a road smear,
Holding his bloody knife, seeing bird grins.
The deed is now done, my love, my sun Ray.
We will smile every Valentines day.