The devils in the daughters room
There will be no second knife
She reached for a dream

And he smiled as he watched her
She was ever so beautiful in her sleep
Like father (his son made in his image) her eyelids gently closed
Lids concealing her dreams
He stood over her bed

One deep stab kill the hourglass
Let the sand leak slowly from its body
Draw out the time until its breathes its lastpilling

(She cried when she found it
Its feathers were matted and pressed to its side
Its wings were no longer able
Still she begged it to fly
Its body as frail as paper and wet from her tears
She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven
Gently pressing its head to her heart)