Nightshades

 
Dark and murky churns the salty sea
Nightshades grow, cold November rain    
Only miles away from home and family
He rows against a restless hissing wind
.
Soul cold and reckless, his heart smitten        
body flushed with a lover’s anticipation
Yellow lantern signals him from the hill
He turns and quickly begins to row in      
.
Thunder rolls and heavier falls the rain
He only hears her voice calling his name
the sky is red, but the moon is foreboding
He can only see her body comforting him
.
Bedroom lantern shines, door is left open   
He leans in and sweetly calls   her name
Silence. Then a whisper through the wind
She must be in the bedroom…he walks in
 
Under the blanket she lies eyes wide open
A blood drenched husband now appears   
Knife dripping from his murderous hand
 rage is unmixed with mercy as he stares