Fate Is Absurd.

They say,
Blood is thicker,
When it streams your veins,
Well,
You are,by forces of nature,
Bound to seek like-mindedness.
Hellena fathomed not this sentiment,
Until when it came knocking.

Took on the road,
To hunt a mother long gone
Sheltered in caves,
At the mercies of Mother Nature.
Weary feet brushed dark alleys,
Stunk like a shrewd skunk.
A fortnight later,
Knocked at the rightful door and asked for water.

"Welcome my daughter,
You have brought me laughter",
Beautiful Hellena smiled,
Oblivious to the pending misfortunes
That seldom singly do they come.
Her mother's pre-sweet pie,
Two doors on the left,
Caught her eye.

The young man,
With a David of a body,
And a Solomon of a tongue,
Swept her off her feet...
In love,they fell.
Her mother wallowed in pain and rejection.
Pain overriding motherly love,
She warned not,
Her dear child,what a trash the young man was.

Beloved,
Talk of bones and skin,
A whizzing windpipe awaiting a wizard wand,
For awakening.
What devoured the mother,
Spared not the child.
The pestilence won its meat.