Digit in Edinburgh
Digit thought it’s August, to go where it was cool.
Where people are friendly, a place to use his new tool.
All the world was warm, Edinburgh, the place of his birth
Opened their hearts to their kin, for what it was worth.
Many stories of old body stealers, and hidden vaults
Dark ages where many in blood and plague were soaked
Yet the city still retained within it’s Granite walls
Many secrets of kings, and of beautiful queens downfalls
Those legendary pair who didn’t share their meat
They have no option now that I am here at Bruce’s seat
Names that we remembered, Burke and Hare, stupid pair
Did they know that their body stealing was unfair?
Let Digit show their ghosts a new thing or two
How I can kill better, they only dead bodies knew
Then to carve a joint, for essence of pork to smell
How I will send another girl or boy to a bloody hell.
This his mind would turn round and round
Here on his Mothers and Fathers rotting ground
Their memory brought a maddened gleam to his eyes
Faces flashed past his memory, then their lies.
Did the screaming face of her never stop?
Or the Father with his shredding bloody strop.
I feel it now my skin burns where he would hit me
The ranting of Mothers words buzzing like a bee.
I will find more souls to let them know the score.
Better me, than to let them suffer for ever more
I know them each and everyone who crosses my path
They will scream, and then be at peace to quell my wrath.
The caves at the Rowan Tree, good place to go,
People are gawking at, where others had suffered so.
I shall wait for them in the hidden places
I am there for them and their death mask faces
Their minds must be sick if they get any thrill
Of muted death of many here, that were so ill
The plague killed, and then poverty took its toll
Not a place to go, just for a curiosity show.
I Digit will show them a worthy death
Sliced blood carriers, then I claim their breath
Those looks of fear, instant, floats on the eyes
Fading as the setting sun as they realise
Then I claim my trophy of their demise
Not sure if to take a toe this time, their dead eyes
Toes will take more time for me to gain
Though dead Eyes will never be the same
This place here underground is such a treat
It will give me more time to attack the feet.
A group of ghost hunters are heaven sent to me
A scream or two will set one or two so free.
Shush! I have to concentrate before it’s too late
This is a lovely place to decide their gory fate
Two stragglers from the parties group
A piece of one to make my special soup
The other, open toed shoes, a trophy to gain
Edinburgh’s underworld, will never be the same
Digit gathered his form his new knife he bore.
It sliced two humans they fell, they were no more.
Digit worked his parent’s smiles to even the score.
Of a life of hate they grew within him more
A toe from the open shoe was added to his Pocket
The other, a slice of flesh, and a once loved locket
The locket was a new thing for him to do
He remembered his Mother, she had one to.
Digit fled the scene well all that he could see
He knew in his mind that he had set two more free
Taking the train back to his beloved home
He had a look at the locket now that he was all alone
There in sepia’s sheen, a grand lady and man was seen.
Why now? He cursed at what his grandparents had been
Tears rolled from his death seeking eyes
Stupid me he thought as he realised
That once he had a life of laughter and good days.
This hate of his parents had twisted his ways.
Home once more he rushed in the door
A different rage took him by the hand
His trophies he gathered one toe, two hands
He rushed out to where the sea touched his sand
No one heard him scream their names
As he threw his ill gotten now rotting gains
Into the waves as they brushed his feet
He returned to his home to cook some meat