The Moon

A tale of four young thieves who steal from the wrong people...

 

 

Nat and Bradley, Jane and Pete,

a thieving team in teenage years.

Each good looking and quite sweet,

their common bond – life had no fears.

 

Museum visits they would make,

trip to Moscow organised.

What they wanted they’d just take,

honest graft they all despised.

 

A hard day’s work not one had done,

and felt they’d never have to pay.

With stolen money they had fun,

they travelled everywhere that way.

 

The Moscow jewels could stop the heart,

massive diamond in the centre.

Agreed, ‘From here that stone must part,

a new phase our lives will enter.’

 

That great diamond called ‘The Moon’,

ultimate in modern ‘bling’.

This group of thieves would risk all soon,

to claim the wealth that it would bring.

 

All four were eager taking part,

‘Let’s steal away The Moon’ agreed.

Four more visits from the start,

planning from that early seed.

 

Their plan was awesome to be fair,

these youngsters weren’t just kiddin’.

All four of them stayed in there,

many hours so well hidden.

 

To think about it took some time,

these four planned and thought the same.

It felt a necessary crime,

this prize they simply had to claim.

 

With The Moon wrapped in a sack,

and returning to their places.

A sudden and prolonged attack,

of lights shone on their faces.

 

Noise filled the air - sirens wailed,

escape for them now hard,

Thoughts of wealth now quickly paled,

heavy numbers of armed guard.

 

Once captured, tried for thieving,

and no publicity allowed.

Authorities stopped them leaving,

the Moscow men were very proud.

 

In solitary each would live,

never more to meet again.

Some information guards would give,

‘bout the girls to both young men.

 

Though in single cells all kept,

life was hell for every one.

Sentries knew were both girls slept,

and often used them for their fun...

 

In his dark and dismal cell,

Bradley prayed for Nat each day.

He hoped his girlfriend was still well,

and she’d survive okay.

 

A depressing guilt he felt,

his love he couldn’t now defend.

For fifty years each night he knelt,

simply praying for the end.

 

The first five years Pete held on,

he hoped once more to see his Jane.

By twenty years all hopes were gone,

and he slowly went insane...

 

Jane knew how to survive,

and performed as she was bid.

It would keep her hopes alive,

if her intentions were well hid.

 

Her first year Jane still looked good,

or comparatively so.

Sentries gave her decent food,

knowing gratitude she’d show.

 

Jane was killed late in her cell,

whilst fighting for her life.

The brutal sentry dead as well,

someone had to tell his wife.

 

Prison Governor was wed,

to a woman half his age.

When she refused to share his bed,

he went to work then in a rage.

 

On that evening he saw Nat,

and decided she’d be his.

‘I must live well,’ she said flat,

‘and I’ll give you all there is...’

 

It took just half a year,

of bending to his will.

In her mind it was quite clear,

she’d become an old man’s thrill.

 

Total trust he gave to Nat,

as she wandered ‘round his room.

She found his gun and that was that,

he heard the ‘click’ but not the ‘boom’.

 

Nat then turned it on herself,

and spoke to God above.

‘Your forgiveness - my new wealth,

please bless me with your love...’

 

The end

Author's Note

As always I appreciate any comments. Tom

Reviews

[Legacy]

Tom,

A tale of star-crossed lovers,
the end was never to be seen
a past both pairs uncovered
neither to be seen again

Yes, I know. It was unintended, but felt right for a moment. Incredible piece (the difficult task of making the rhymes last into a story - amazing).

As expected you rise to the occasion with story to capture your heart as well as a warning to those who think they know; ignorance is bliss - eh?

I suppose it would be an impossible feat to partake - the analysis...

I will tell you I really liked this and will probably read it several more times to watch the characters lives unfold.

Would you consider placing this in the "Enlightenment" contest of Poetic Infusion Society? It may, however be too long,I think it is a max of 350 words per page and the format need be rearranged to accommodate as well (the book is 6x9).

Have a great day,

Legacy

[emmajoy]

Quite a story written in rhyme and, it flows well... a saga in metred miniature. This would make a good short film using the words as commentary. In fact, having read it a second time, it would make a very good performance piece.

Thanks for sharing