The Inn

Leaning 'gainst my cinder 'sill
Iron bars me from the rain
There was a man I had to kill
The maker of my sister's boy
The bringer of my family's pain
I'll count the drops alone until
They hang my body on the plain

Into a night of laugh and joy
Of mates and girls and rivers gin
I happened to meet a young bar-boy
I'd searched but found my wallet lost
And needed a lift home from kin
I too drunk he phoned convoy
My sister's favor he did win

Her red hair was fire from the frost
Blue eyes glittered when they met
If I'd but only known the cost
Of bringing his world into mine
No more nights of soft quiet
After that eve's wanton accost
To evermore regret

Together they would lay supine
Though my dearest was in love
Soon his sweetness turned to brine
She at home with babe to bear
She below he above
He with mates and girls and wine
He a vulture she a dove

Alone I walked into his lair
Alone he sat 'cept drink and sin
Breath of fire eyes less care
I knew my story had it's end
He'd robbed all mirth of my twin
I slit his throat without a tear
An' polished off his gin
-DyMc