Passionate Violence

He watched them from the shadows, his eyes locked tight to his prize.
Soon the pair would go their separate ways, one of which soon to meet their demise.

He had waited, he was patient, he would savour well this night.
He would share with this man all his pain, where this man shared her every delight.

He tasted bile now in his mouth, as the pair leant in to embrace.
"I'll have you soon you bastard", he thought:
"I shall carve the flesh from your face!".

His anger boiled inside him.
Not yet, his mind said, not yet.
The rain was falling heavy now, as he watched them both get wet.

Seething now he watched them, watched their parting kiss.
Watched her as she took her path, then followed him down his.

He walked a few paces behind him, heard him speak to his wife on the phone:
"Sorry babe, had to work late.... Ok ..... I'm on my way home".

He'd unsheathed the big knife already, as the man arrived at his car.
Followed real close in his shadow, as the car door was opened ajar.

"Excuse me mate, do you have a light?"

"No sorry pal, I don't smoke"
- turning to see who was standing so close.
The big knife flashed at a throat.

In a disbelieving heartbeat, the man took a step back and fell.
Unable to speak or shout for help, just a muted, gurgling yell.

"Let me introduce myself before your life expires.
You see I think you know my wife, or at least know her desires...."

"So, now you stole my life from me, I shall steal the life from you.
Know I shall live to blacken your name in everything I do."

"Know that now, before you die, I have traced the route of your seed.
Know that I will be standing by to watch your family bleed."

"Never stir another mans rhubarb! Never covert another mans wife!
You see how your..... Misdemeanour,
Will cost far more than your life."

"Well, I must say, past all that blood it's hard to make out your tears.
Though I see in the fading life in your eyes that I have touched upon your fears."

"Good, that's what I wanted!
Now what else?.....
Oh yes! Your face.
Consider it a gift of sorts, from you to me in this place."

"Something I can take back home, something for my beautiful wife.
Something I can give to her, before I give her this knife."

He slipped back into the shadows as the rain washed the blood from his hands.
A killer born from the passion,
Of his wife and another man.