double trouble

 

The price of pain resoundingly clear 
as both the oxen drawing near 
devoid of life not fit for purpose    
we vow to deceive of those who hurt us.

Twixt twilight and moonlight shadows draw nigh
owls harshly shrieking from branches so high
in shadows of dungeons hidden from foe
wet warm and willing wherever we go.

Left undisturbed by the side of her grave
lie posies of hemlock to tempt out the brave
Her epitaph written on hallowed grey stone
I lived for my pleasure! my pleasure alone.

Disturb at your peril the twin treasures of doom
beware the sweet scent of their flowers in bloom
honeysuckle coated to give satisfaction
your death is the only desired reaction.