The Mr H Family Emporium II

Hamilton / Robinson Family Tree – the sequel




The crisp pathway breaks underfoot

With the rapid, heavy tread.

Echoes bounce from the tenement wall,

Swirling around his head.

The nights’ cold air makes him catch his breath.

A searing, bitter wind

Blows through his limbs.

A night for fear, for death.


Searching the shadows for a symptom of life,

To ease his tension and pain.

A flicker of life in his dungeon of hate

As he screams out his murderers name.

Tearing the night with an unearthly cry,

A moment to cherish and treasure,

A time of remembrance.

A time to reflect,

On a moment of death-giving pleasure.





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