The Village -- Magician

The magician strolled into the village
His top hat black and tall
He called the kids, the women, the men
Come one, he said, come all

I'm here to show you magic, fuckers
You better prepare to be amazed
I'll leave you freaked out, bamboozled
You'll be confused and dazed

Then Tommy said, Mr. Magicman
What kinds of magic do you do?
If it's rabbits/hats, sawing babes in half
Well, sir, in that case, fuck you

Oh no, little Tommy, you're so wrong
My magic's strong and weird
I pull hot babes out of my hats
And pull hats out of my beards

So, let's have it then!
Bamboozle us!
Tommy stuck out his chest and declared
Then he was just standing alone, no one else was there

A darkness descended on his head
Like the soft touch of doom
He cried and yelled and yelled and cried
In the ever increasing gloom

Now this is magic, you little fuck
You'll stay here till you die
So save your tears and shush your voice
Or the demons will hear you cry

They never found Tommy in the village
Forever the boy was lost
Some say they here him crying still
Some say it's just his ghost

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This is a poem for a special someone who reminded me that I'd missed writing about the magician.

The Village -- Messenger

don't shoot the messenger, he cried
but they held arrows fast at him
their questions were sharp and difficult
so obviously, he lied

i've come from beyond the mountains
where the sorcerer's opened a gate
there are demons pouring in our world
their heads are filled with hate

our time is running out, good sirs
i must talk to the mayor
for the diabolical demons
might just be headed here

the guards were slightly sceptical
but they knew something was off
this messenger wanted to enter the city
but he looked like such a doff

the senior guard then took a decision
to take the messenger to the mayor
they opened the gate and took him in
but then the fucker disappeared

they looked for him in the city
every dark corner, every shade
but everyone missed the messenger
who was busy milking the village milkmaid

The Village -- Musician

He woke up in middle of the night
And struck his bow to his fiddle
He woke up all his neighbors
And the babes he wanted to diddle

The sounds emerged weird and strange
Like the sounds of a dying cat
But he was shameless like a whore
And he laid out his hat

On his door, then people banged
Begging him to stop
But he was an aural terrorist
With hair like a dirty mop

"Put coin in my hat
Beer at my door
So I can get my funk
Take your whining asses
To the Mayor
Cuz I don't give a fuck"

The musician was a fool
To fuck with people needing sleep
They ripped him into pieces
And went back to counting sheep

They found his broken fiddle
Right next to his broken bones
The musician was a lonely fucker
And so he died alone

The Village -- Mother

Mother, oh mother
am I still sinless enough
to be called your son?
is there still some water
in the well of your love
or has it dried too
like the tears from your eyes

Mother, oh mother
i come to you on my knees
begging begging, begging
please
won't you look me for a moment
mother, your son is thirsty

Mother, oh mother
my bones are broken
my skin is pierced
my blood is leaking from my skin
mother, please forgive my sin

Mother, oh mother
i did everything you said
i killed and killed and killed some more
i killed when i didn't want
i killed when i wasn't sure
mother please don't turn away
please

The Village -- Monster

That thing rose up from a bog
It looked like a super stinky dog
Three eyed, eight legged, mouth full of teeth
You'd smell hell, if you felt it breathe

It shook the poison off its skin
Spraying the bog with unholy sin
The drops sank in where they fell
Rotting things back into hell

It smelled the fresh meat up in village
And calmly it padded forth to pillage
Hope, faith, love, and all things nice
But all of them would not suffice

To fill the hunger in its belly
The beast of souls, trod out all smelly
It crunched through the trees and the logs
Into the village, where people loved eating dogs

The Village -- Maiden

She hid her honor from the world
But spread her legs like a scissor
In the privacy of her barn
Where her lover came,
To meet her

She was the apple of the eye
Of every boy in the village
But she bit a different apple
Much too supple
For her age

With eyes that held secrets
And lips that were wet
Her beauty was a sunset
That no fucker
Could ever forget

But they found out
Found her secret
Caught her in the barn
With her lover
Thus...it was over

But for her it was all fine
As her last wish
She said, "In a single grave
Bury us in a 69."

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Poem 2, is a fuck you to the world, even in death.

The Village -- Murderer

the children are running through the streets
there is an execution in the great hall tonight
they'll hang the murderer by his neck
to comfort the murdered's plight

they found her body in the sewers
rats had eaten her eyes
the found the murderer in a bar
and they beat the truth from his lies

he had met her on a soft afternoon
they had done things that men and women do
but then the beast had taken over
what then happened was nothing new

he broke her neck in his big hands
then he cried near her corpse
he thought drink would dull his senses
but only murder he spoke

so come, let's go to the big hall
mother father brother all
let's watch that sister fucker hang
his sin is big, but punishment small

we'll cut his corpse to pieces
defile it in ways unimaginable
he'll pay for his sins in afterlife
after all, we're all animals

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New series of poems. Will be writing on this in between regular poems. This is the first, there are more planned.

As always, thanks for reading.