A random man did not say thank you
He even loitered near my human home,
Deciding that he need not respect my perimeter:
The soft melody of his time shall come tonight,
His kryptonite will be avenged by sight.
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He even whispered to a fellow visitor
"That Looney Meek is just a story,
One that a writer wrote,
And created to scare people into being creative and independent,
There is no afterlife,
We all live once upon a time,
I will not say thank you tonight."
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My birds and I waited patiently in the man's mirror:
Where he shaved and got ready for bed,
He closed the cabinet, seeing the bird-men's reflections,
His face contorted,
He no longer snorted,
As I made myself known,
To his melodic kryptonite.
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He grasped onto his chest,
And fell onto the white marble floor,
Gray hair covered the blood that mirrored his gore.
He saw me as I reflected what makes him weak:
A conservative, no child support, a divorcee,
He blamed the wife for systemic misandry.
I further showed him his sins through the mirror,
And told him why I was here in the mirror:
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"You told another visitor that I am just a story,
So you needn't thank me:
Now, I see what makes you a sinner,
Apologize and thank me,
Or will you be my dinner!"
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The man coughed and choked,
Shaking his head vigorously afloat,
The ravens and crows surrounded his home
As I tempted his brain
with what will make him reborn.
This melodic kryptonite,
Where he lied and blames his ex-wife,
I will dine on his fears tonight.
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He convulsed and grabbed his heart,
The rapid heart beat will not stop,
It throbs and wrenches itself like broken bone,
Popping noises filled his ears,
His bones sear as they chow themselves and grind
Now he was a shadow of the night!
He cannot stop feeling the pain
he caused his ex-wife and children,
His heart bled out the agony.
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My birds and I crossed our arms,
an X,
I smiled at the horror-stricken man,
who knew that this was his end.
"Come, you conservative Freak!
I am a witch, one so obscene,
Satan's Spawn, the men used to say,
Now, they're like you,
frightened by my tune,
Your kryptonite was a melody that will stain your heart
as my birds feast upon your rotten luck.
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There was foam draining from his mouth,
and a stench stained his throat:
Nowhere will he go,
Except with me!
He was dragged to The Sheep Keep!
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The melodic songbirds hum the dreary night I caught this name,
Where the Kryptonite feast happened at midnight!
The black birds are seen on this lawn,
And everyone knows what that means,
That I took this man's very soul with me
Feasting upon his silence and lack of accountability.
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His heart had rapidly beat and stung every midnight
When his ex had found him with another dime,
The melody was not heard with his ears,
just his human blood,
it left a foul stench that only he could smell,
and the pain electorcuted his cells.
DNA stores his aroma,
Now, he forcibly will face his crimes,
And never rust the wine.