Sickly Done

Cradled lightly
In the Womb
Of a mother so dear
Dost a child
Rest its head

Sleeping through the night
Undisturbed
This innocent child
Realizes not
The torment
Its mother is brought

The mother cries
In her bed alone
Pregnant not of her will
But to take
This babe’s life
Was not her right

Two months
To this day
The mother
Had been shamed

Her innocence stolen
With no care
And an unwanted seed
Planted in what had been
A virginal womb

Violence ensued
On this night
That the man
Had been found

Blood spilled
Anger soared
Screams heard
Then a sob

The deed
It was done
This night
Of the blood moon

Now shame rested
After revenge was taken
And a life
Never would it be
The same