![]() The Devil's SpinA Poem by BFG![]() Sometimes things don't always turn out to be as they seem, other times there's only one explanation, judgement, is saved for the soul of a good man...![]()
The knife on the table, dripping with blood.
His hands under water, flush back to good. A vessel without motion, lay by his feet. No life or emotion, just soulless meat. Accident or victory? No doubt in his eyes. The prey still beneath him, a perishing prize. Flashes of blue, dazzle beams of red. Somebody somewhere, re-connected the thread. The incarnation of evil, had nowhere to hide. Awash with cowardliness, an idea in his eyes. The hand of the devil, met the hand of a gun. The chamber he span, with the verdict held spun. A knock at the door, then an axe through wood. A burst of a crowd, the arrival of good. The revolving verdict had come to a stop. The capturing of evil, or one final shot? © 2016 BFG |
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