Fatal Decision

Fatal Decision

This sacrificial lamb that may be killed;
a stranger or a daughter is the test.
With ev’ry passing moment tensions build.

He wept, “Alas, my deepest bone is chilled—
unwanted quest from some unwanted guest,”
this sacrificial lamb that may be killed.

He begs a breath to master what is willed.
“Tic-toc, tic-toc,” denies the unsuppressed.
With ev’ry passing moment tensions build.

It’s up to him to choose whose blood is spilled.
His hope a loaded gun within his breast,
this sacrificial lamb will soon be killed

In distant execution he is skilled.
On trigger’s curve his finger finds its rest.
With ev’ry passing moment tensions build.

Deciding how this debt will be fulfilled
he now becomes a man who is obsessed.
Which sacrificial lamb will now be killed?
With ev’ry passing moment tensions build.


Kink: Metaphore
Form: Villanelle
Genre: Melodrama