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‘Ττυχαίοσ Φονεύω’ (Accidental Murder)
By: pxc

A man sat in his home
It was peaceful and quiet
As he sat alone
Reading his book
Conflict was obscured
For reality, his mind forsook

At the sound of a knock
He abruptly woke
Leaving the chair to rock
He rose to welcome the guest
He walked to the door
Against his nerves anxiety pressed

He called softly:
“Who is it?”
Receiving just another knock, he called out again, his voice now loud and lofty
He held his breath and thought
He could walk outside
He was armed with but naught

He steeled himself as he chose his tool
He owned a shield and a sword, well kept and unused
“With a shield, I can defend for now.”
“With a sword, I can defend forever.”
So he fetched his blade, and grasped the hilt, dusty and cool

Cautiously he opened the door
To see a stranger lunge toward him
He waited not a second more
Before he struck, fumbling with his blade
The corpse had already hit the floor
Before he realized the mistake he had made

“This was no enemy of mine,” he thought, breathing hard
As he picked up the paper in the hand of the man he had killed
He recognized it as not a slip of paper, but a card
It was a father, not a stranger, that he had killed
The move had not been a lunge, but the eager leaning toward a hug
Though it was not his blood that splattered the floor, it was his own heart he had stilled

The corpse chanted:
“Happy birthday, murderer!”
“Best wishes, destroyer!”
“I loved you, betrayer.”
And he died, but beyond death, the corpse chanted.

Article Source: http://journal.ilovephilosophy.com

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