House of the Yellow Fern

v. Captain Todd

07/12/2030 11:59 am

I made a deal with the devil.

I knew the moment I touched the tip of his tongue,

With my lifeless hands,

That my fate was sealed.

My soul, for the girls'.

And like that,

I felt Death,

lift me from the bed I laid on.

Like a ragdoll caught in a storm.

My bones clung to my skin,

As the stale air in the room,

Swirled,

And swirled,

Until the bed rocked beneath my body,

And the dishes broke on the shelves,

The image of a thousand men,

Soulless stares between ourselves.

They have all been maimed by the selfish.

And now I join them in their Hell.

I made a deal with the Mother of Shame.

Who ate and ate all her problems away.

She sat on the couch,

And she ate and she ate.

Till her child had withered,

Into a minion of hate.

I made a deal.

And now it's doomed us all.

This child deserved no harm,

No pain,

No waste.

Yet I gave her away for freedom,

Just a taste.

Just a taste of some silence,

Maybe even some peace.

But in my deals with the devil,

I've unleashed a beast.

The Mother of Shame is Patricia Larousse.

And I am Captain Todd.

And Gigi Larousse,

Though commonly called,

Would do nothing but smile and nod.

Her days of dancing were over.

There were no more hearts to break.

And now that her mother,

Whom I fiendishly smothered,

Was gone at the end of her wake,

GiGi Larousse,

And a lover or two,

Took to covers to rumble and shake.

Oh how I feel for the little ones,

Tomas and Selma Larousse,

They don't deserve,

Their mothers nerve,

And neither does GiGi too!

Now myself,

The Captain Todd,

Can finally be at peace,

And yet I see a phantom,

Who has mocked me without cease.

O please thy royal specter,

O won't thy hallowed ghoul,

Return to that of Miss Larousse,

The gluttonous old fool.

I've given her an offer.

And her daughter won her life,

Back from the witch that guilts her,

And fills her days of strife.

Why sit in dazed confusion,

And pay your life away,

To feed the fat and ugly,

And heed to what they say?

Killing Patty wasn't easy.

And in fairness, I was wrong.

But I've given GiGi freedom,

From a hardship bleak and long.

If the landlord finds her lying,

Then dear god my days will end.

If my savior comes to free me,

Shall my fighting spirit bend.

For despite my tale of courage,

And my rags-to-riches feel,

Should my strength be tested greatly,

I will cower,

I will kneel.

I will kneel to my superior.

For, in truth, I am a squire,

To the gods and to the devils,

That in this hallowed cove, transpire.

I will hide Pattys' body,

In the boards beneath the floor,

Shall her painful gaze ignore me,

As she loses life once more.