Dreams Distracted

“The fairest of fair men are never butchered in the end,”

And at the time she meant the truth; that’s what the sister said.

But when the evil men took over, and off popped her head,

The truth, just like the sister, was dead.


Some say the flames set to the church were higher than God could see;

Some said they rose so high they burned the Holy Cheek.

Yet some still say the little boys that cried that night did sleep;

For their tears gently dizzied them off til they could no longer weep.


The cross burned that day,

Mocking Jesus in his own flames,

Yet the righteous new king would never say

When his turn had ceased

For the children to slay.


“The fairest of fair men are never butchered in the end,”

Were the sister’s last words to the king.

Yet mercy is not a virtue of evil men,

And songs of peace none would sing.

And as he dug his silver blade

Into her righteous neck,

The little boys wept

Until they slept–

And dreams distracted while the king’s men

Stole their pretty little heads

And they never woke again.

The innocent were massacred in their sleep.

Rachael Abrams

Rachael is a self-hating freelance writer that can bite through most things. She likes comedy writing, is an HBO enthusiast, and master of making inappropriate remarks seemingly on cue. She hates the heat and would probably live in an igloo if it were cold enough. You can find her on most social media, including her Twitter here.

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