IN THE FULLNESS

By Jeff H Martin

I saw her before her wedding day.

She said, ‘I pray you forget me and go far away.’

I didn't listen, in the county I stayed

And watched her become not a wife, but a slave.

She prayed in her garden for a change to come. 

She wrote to me, said her faith was numb.

I planned her freedom daily from that boorish knave,

And bided my time, taking most pleasures as they came.

One day I found him by Black's green lake.

Feeble from wine, he was half awake.

He said 'I know you love her, please help me home.'

I sliced his neck clean down to the bone.

To her I went and brought her back to see 

The devil who had oppressed her so intentionally.

She took my blade quicker than a spark.

And buried it in my belly, my blood spilled dark.

She whispered to me with the cruellest smile,

'I never said I loved you, but thanks all the while.

You slayed this beast for me and took my side.

Now die the death you crave, in the fullness of your pride.'

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