The friend who tried to kill me
I was badly bleeding, I was badly sore,
So I went back home to find at my door,
A friend of mine who was standing for long.
I opened the door and said, “Come along.”
But he was cold, trembling hands and feet,
He could not move, just watched me bleed.
I noticed in him a dreadful lust
And realized that he’s blood-thirst.
I smiled to myself, I cut my wrist,
Then “Here, drink it”, did I insist.
He pulled my wrist and began drinking,
Halfway through, he began sinking.
Soon in pain, he began to writhe-
“Ah, I’m choking! I can’t breathe!”
Now very still and very moribund,
I looked at his face, bloody, rubicund;
Saying, “Me, friend, you tried to kill,
Now you have my blood so stay you still.
For my blood was poisoned, quite to your taste,
And you shall perish without much haste.”