Fairy Hell

Once upon a desolate night, 

   a woman looked at her boy in fright.

He had grown into a man,

   and now he had a few demands.

He held his knife up to the fire, 

   far from ready to retire.

"You've made my life a living hell, 

   now you'll be burning there as well."

She let out a broken sob. 

   Why did she call him a slob?

Her mind went back through all his years 

   that she refused to heed his tears.

"Please have mercy on your old mum! 

   I didn't ever think you a bum."

He stood and walked to where she sat 

   while slowly taking off his hat.

She winced when gazing on his face. 

   She had made him a disgrace.

Did she really hurt him bad? 

   It was obvious she had.

"You don't know what mercy is! 

   You never taught me to forgive."

She cringed as he brought down the knife. 

   He was going to take her life!

"It's never too late to learn anew. 

   Put that down and I'll teach you!"

He threw his head back with a laugh. 

   She had not swayed him by half.

"Wench, you couldn't teach a dog! 

   Around my mind you've left a fog."

The knife flashed evil in the light. 

   She wept and shut her eyes so tight.

"Boy, can't you give one chance? 

   Look at me, just take a glance!

I am already old and broken. 

   Too weak and small for the words you've spoken."

She cringed as he let out a roar. 

   "What about me, you evil whore?

I was but a little tike 

   when you told me to take a hike! 

Wanted me out so you could fuck 

   that horrible man who drove a truck!

Sent me off all on my own. 

   Said better be dark 'fore I came home.

Morning came and you weren't up, 

   on spoiled food was forced to sup.

I tried to wake you from the dead, 

   a frying pan came down on my head!

You see I've no hair on my crown? 

   In boiling water you tried to drown!

My face no maid will ever love, 

   because into the fire I once was shoved!

Now you want me to be nice? 

   You've had chances, first, second, and thrice!"

With one swift stroke he cut her wide.

   Ignored the pitiful tears she cried.

"The good Lord won't forgive this act!"

 "The good Lord's gone and that's a fact!"

He slashed again and took her nose, 

   deftly side stepping her throes.

"Please don't kill me, I'll be good!"

"I'd consider it if you ever would!"

Blood flowed free as he opened her face.

   Just like him she was a disgrace.

"The pain is so bad, I just can't bear!" 

"Well then give me back all of my hair!"

He was merciless and wouldn't give in.

   Across his face a satisfied grin.

When finally he couldn't recognize, 

   the bitch who'd raised him to terrorize.

He stopped just short of taking her life.

   Slowly he put down the knife.

"The fire inside I cannot douse.

   You'll continue to live in this old house.

Without forgiveness I'll be out there. 

   Don't you forget, don't even dare!

And if it so happens that you do, 

   I'll be back to remind you."

When he left, he felt no guilt. 

   She was only getting what she'd built.

The moral of my story is, 

   you guessed it, don't hurt your kids.