Abigail.

He crept out of the ground like a thief

Dirt under his fingernails, in his hair

Her name carved on his heart with a nail

The woman who had betrayed him, Abigail

Stood in the moonlight, breathing deep

Brushing himself off, spitting black dust

Back from the dead to tell the sad tale

Of how he would murder sweet Abigail

She had bought poison from a procurer

Dosed him twice daily to be sure of demise

But he proved stronger than her potent tale

Surviving the dire love of murderous Abigail

He crawls into her mobile home and sits

Watching her sleep sound as dogs in the night

Willing himself to end the tortured tale

Of the woman betrothed to him named Abigail

She stirs and spies his forlorn spirit

Sitting alone and vengeful in the dark

"You're here to kill me." Got it nailed

The sweet ignorance and bliss of being Abigail

He puts two bullets in her brain

Then climbs back down into his pit

Regretting the day he ever wassailed

The nothingness of sweet sweet Abigail

© shaun patrick green 2012