The Ballad of Dead-Eye Daryl

A Poem by Mortimer

I wrote this from the view point of our dearly departed Mr. Dead-Eye Daryl Reding. His demise is self-evident in the poem.

I can hear old Bones whinin'
Buried deep beneath the Oak.
There's a harvest moon shinin'
That the clouds are trying to choke.

Well, it's a long road to wander
And now the rain is coming down.
I roll in with the thunder
And see the circus came to town.

There's a snake-charming hussy
Dancing skin to scale, I swear,
I've never seen a dame so lovely
Devirginize with just one stare.

Standing in her gypsy wagon,
Her robe hits the floor
She holds two thick snakes tightly
And says she thinks she needs one more.

She pulls me to her bosom;
I'm tucked deep within her folds.
I hear God above forsake me
And the Devil's counting souls.

The earth shakes beneath me
As heaven starts to cry.
Darkness swallows like a sea.
Her serpents steal my eyes.

I've gone blind!
Her Adders feed me fire.
I've gone blind!
A slave to my desire.

© 2011 Mortimer

Author's Note

Bones was the name of Daryl's dog if you were wonderin'. And please don't tell me this poem is too risqué for children. Your kids are downstairs right now watching SAW 4, you neglectful bastard.

P.S. The picture is of Madame Reaper, the snake charming hussy herself. The art work was done by Ms. Julie Duffens