The Shed (Outside)

There's a red-haired girl locked in my shed, 
If I let her out, I'm probably dead,
I keep her there chained to the wall;
She barely makes much noise at all.

I found her naked on the road,
Confused and hungry, walking slowed,
Brought her back home, here with me, 
And when alert, she begged loudly:

"Lock me somewhere safe and dark
No matter if I growl and bark;
A monster lives inside of me,
Ever clawing itself free; 

Lusting blood and human meat,
Please, I beg - help me retreat!
If there's a full moon at night,
I'll become an awful fright!"

So, the shed's where she's been put, 
Where nothing but me e'er sets foot,
The heavy chains will be her boon,
Keep her safe through next full moon.

I must admit, I find it hard
To have her out there in the yard,
You don't know what I go through
Avoiding what I long to do. 

She's beautiful - a ginger queen,
Greenest eyes I've ever seen,
A mouth so lovely smooth, as silk,
And skin as soft and pure as milk.
 
I want her almost all the time, 
Such savage lusts -- they feel sublime,
Until the moon is full, you see,
And then I'll set her spirit free. 


I suppose I could run away
Rather than risk being prey,
But I've got to see this through, 
It's what I'm put here to do. 


Would that I could win her heart,
Without her tearing me apart,
But if things go as I intend,
There's a chance my work will end.

Moon's almost here, I've got my chair, 
Right in front of shed door, there...
Let the moon perform its work, 
And wait for her to go berzerk.
 
Stupid? Yes. But, all things told,
I can’t sit here getting old,
So instead, with gun I'll sit;
Either she gets dead, or I get bit.

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.