They Said That He Talked To His Axe

They said he was known, to talk to his axe As if it were the best comrade of his, Amid the rumors about, he had a rich father Must have fueled his rancor; the life he had missed. So local horse slaughterer, became his career, Ready day and night, with axe in his bag; Sick and old cows, horses and mules, Made short work with his axe, of the ailing Nag. It was his work and he was quite good, Most skillful with axe; and strong and fast. With his constant friend, in it's home, the bag, There's many an animal, breathed it's last. His work left a smell, upon his person; Some sick horses had the smell within, And a small girl at play outside, could not miss The man going by, with strange smell on him. Under the radar, he plied his trade, Coming and going, near invisibly; Never suspected, if he was the one Gave fatal blows their timely delivery. Like a bad choice come back, from the past To haunt the rich miser, in his worldly domain Of such stern stuff, there's no doubt he'd refuse To his fatal undoing, and terminal pain.