A forgotten story

This is a story now long forgotten
Of how cruel the world can be,
Situated in a world that was so rotten,
Where men were as evil as they can be.
There was this man you,
Tied to his wife but never had he felt so free.
Living happily,
He was young and newlywed,
At night he rested his head on his bed,
Keeping worries and problems at bay,
For his days were never gray.
Because his wife was next to him,
Everything was perfect or so it seemed.

But envy, old as the snake itself,
It corrupts the brain and poisons the heart,
And in this story plays a big part.
For the man's brother who we'll call John,
Had envy tattooed to the bone.
He hated his mother, his brother even himself,
And thats how our story begins.

The man of our story whose name I forgot,
Was really a doctor from a small town,
And on a sad night he was called down.
A strange woman was standing outside his front door.
He thought he had seen this lady before,
But he couldn't place where,
And the doctor good and fair,
Asked:
-What seems to be the problem milady?
-I'?m sorry good doctor for bothering you at night,
Is just drunk as he was my husband got into a fight.

Without another word the doctor readied his horse,
And to the pub he set course.
Little did he know
That night he was to be delivered a fatal blow.
For in the shadows John was waiting,
He saw his brother's image on the distance fading.
He paid the woman what was hers,
A life for a small fare
And with malice in his eyes he made his move.

He forced the back door,
Walking carefully almost not touching the floor.
Slithering through the furniture,
Looking for his prey with no sign of ineptitude.
He stood next to her room.
Inside ignorant was she of her impending doom.
Her brown long hair danced with the wind.
While outside waiting was the fiend.
He admired her face,
A beauty he could never misplace.
Johanna was her name,
She was such a beautiful dame.
She walked to the window to see the closed sky.
She watched the heavy clouds glide.
And in an instant he moved to her side.
He crabbed her head,
Threw her violently against the bed.
And what he proceeded to do we shall not tell.
Because you can imagine it well.
In vain she struggled against his chockeful grip.
She yelled, creamed and kicked.
But he wouldn't let go until he was done.
And her sanity was gone.

So wishing death would come like never before,
She was left in the floor.
Bleeding out tears.
Crying out her fears.
He spoke:
You filthy wh0r3!
I'll walk out that door
And never again will you see my brother or me,
I know this is the way is supposed to be.
For is fault I committed this act,
You tempted me, that's a fact.
As he said this he lit up a match and threw calmly on the bed,
The fire spread.
And the sky wept.

The doctor was soaking wet,
Furious for being lied to he cursed under his breath.
And headed on home,
Where he knew he was to be welcomed.
By his beautiful wife,
The one he swore he'd be with for life.
But the image he saw shocked him to the core.
Because where his house stood before,
Hell was unleashed with no restraint,
Only demons were here no saints.
And the demonic figure was there standing still.
Of the fire he couldn't get his fill.
Laughing was he.
His eyes jumping with glee.
But his gaze fell upon his brother's shocked look.
He said: I always could read you like an open book.
You have always been lucky but weak.
The doctor could not hear his brother speak.
The fire was the only light.
He stood speechless watching her dress burning in the night.
He saw as the smoke rose higher.
And the rain couldn't stop the fire.

Then without a word he pulled out a knife,
Bent on ending John's life.
He plunged forward,
Aiming for John's heart.
But he expecting the attack dodged out of the way.
And was able to keep the doctor at bay.
The fire behind them and the surrounding shadows.
Made them look angelical almost divine.
On the ground their footsteps drew a straight line.
John won the upper hand.
And swinging his knife like a wand.
He was bout to deliver the last blow,
He said: I just want you to know.
It was you, who she was calling,
When to hell her soul was falling
He flashed a demon's grin,
And was bout to commit yet another sin.
When be it for nature, luck or a higher being.
From the skies lighting came down and struck the fiend.
He fell next to the doctor who was struck too.
And a black crow next to them flew.
And witnessed their farewells.
In the distance you could hear bells.

The demon said nothing as he entered hell.
But the doctor said,
Tragic oh tragic day.
That next to this excuse of a man I have to lay.
And spend my last minutes on earth,
Next to a man who shouldn't have been given birth.
And the doctor expire his last breath.
And silently welcomed sweet death