Sin In The Farm

I have been robbed of my treasure.

It all started yesterday in my routine farm checks,
In the far untouched end, something caught my eye,
A bed of dry leaves among weeds,
Evidence of midnight bliss all over.
Village children!

Such a disgrace,
Is this what they went for in school?
Eloping and plucking the fruit way before it ripens,
I mean, did their parents sleep like corpses?
My chicken sleep in the kitchen, and so does Aoko, my daughter,
I make sure I choose the loud ones,
so they can wake me up at the slightest stir.

So tonight I lay awake,
armed with a torch and my father's club,
The night stars almost lured me to my slumber,
But my will kept me company and away from denial of duty,
I heard a shuffle of leaves and muffled whispers,
Dark figures, I expected two, but four,
young and otherwise productive youth of my village,
faces hidden by the dark, they lay for their bliss.

Rotten brats!
My cough sent them in all directions,
creating ways where paths wouldn't fit,
I was happy with my manly cough,
Till I heard the scream.

I rushed, they weren't bandits, so they deserved no harm,
The screams seemed more distant the nearer I moved,
Till I reached the scene, a hole conceled in the farm,
A female figure in the grasping curls of a python,
Tongue out, red eyes, pain written all over her face.

No! Not my Aoko!
Not my innocent little daughter with a brain of her father,
The python kissed my club as a murderer deserves,
but my daughter isn't coming back.

I cry for Aoko my daughter,
Why did love for lust drive you to a trap?
Why did your father trigger your escape from life?
Was a sin the the farm worth your life?