Poem Nine-Hundred-Two

'Where oh where has that little dog gone?
Has he ran down to the well where he shouldn't belong?
All I wanted was to give him his favorite little bone,
That is still covered in fingers from that old, charred home.'

Although no one can find out who,
Walls and doors nailed shut for you,
All around the hanging tree
Imagining being cut free,
Troubles litter the mind of the weak,
Sitting in bed, watching you peak;

You're not the reason for why mommy hates us,
Or are you the reason for why we shouldn't fuss,
Unless the dress of cotton lied about its trust;

Sometimes things must be dealt with properly, she sometimes told me,
Only those who have been cleansed can be treated as family;
Mature young men are no exception to this deed;
Ether, my lovely brother, was viewed as a weed;
Time and time again, I heard our father say,
'Imagine the day when that bitch will pay,'
Many a time, I had heard his cries;
Ether, my lovely brother, covered in flies;
Seeding his wounds with vinegar until he's died;

Troubles arose after an afternoon storm,
Running water had washed away his grave,
Out in the dark, the cadaver took form,
Under the violet moon, in a witches cave;
Bleeding and screaming, my love wandered on,
Looking for us, in our tiny old home;
Eclipsing the sun with his rage held strong;
Sleeping in my tree, I hear his roaring drone;

Opposite fields beside the house,
Time is ticking, I must act now!
Help my father escape like a mouse;
Escape from it, I know not how;
Radiance glowing,
Suspense growing;

'I did not want you to die,'
Nightly winds take my voice high;

Etherton would come for his bones,
To hunt such a creature would be worth any gold;
Helmets and hammers,
Extracting his teeth;
Revenge for those slaughtered lambers,
To burn his meat;
Only one way to prevent my brother's new death,
Nighttime terrors hold their breath;

Dropping to the ground, I run to my home,
Only one is awake, sitting like a broken gnome;
Narcotics in one hand, my father stares at the wall;
'Trouble in paradise,' He said, expression sprawled;

'You shouldn't have let her do it in the first place,'
One eye watched me, the other was white and blank;
'Useless. You are not the one I will thank,'

Wind poured through the house, the front door swung open;
Any other time I would have thought it was broken;
Night poured in, as my brother stepped inside;
Twitching and terrified, my father tried to hide;

'Nothing can change this,' I tell my brother,
'Everything for you is gone. You can't come back,'
White eyes glanced over to see my awakening mother;
Leaves spread, crumbling into ash;
Yells in the night move in to attack;

Tonight marks that time that everything faded;
All around the hanging tree,
Nothing felt so jaded;
Needles and pins, needles and pins;
Every day I felt so free,
Down and down as the world spins;

Hiding was not an option anymore,
Inside my brother, my love stood no more;
Definitions and solutions dry in the dust;
Eternities knit writhing in rust;
Souls dance in the night, running away to trust;

Everyone in that house was killed that night,
Venomous threats didn't put up much of a fight;
Emerald eyes watched from the windows,
Roaring fire ate the floor boards;
Yesteryear seemed so far away;
One more step into the monsters hoards;
Nooses up in this tree, giving a sway;
Every day, I remember as my head hits the pillows;

Returning to the place I can't remember,
Ailments lingering since December,
Teeth lay scattered around the floor,
Imagine my family as part of the lore;
Only one came back to life that day;
Nights and days twist my vision astray;
Someone saved me, so I wasn't taken away;

Eons have passed, and I continue to walk,
Vermillion bees that will continue to talk,
Evergreens bloom with golden leaves,
Rain continues to follow me, those thieves;
Yesterday, while watching the snow play,
One might say I've mistaken him for another,
Not since that night has my vision been grey ,
Emerald eyes caught mine as I found my brother.