Final Ballad

two thieving persons depreciated by greed . . .

Two tons of gold and moreover,

two thieving persons depr'ciated by greed

stood with pride never to cower

or brush upon death; were they able to bleed

How grand the final ballad was

behind the steel-doored vault!;

how lusting the diamond prize was

that takes form as a rotten heart;

she had drawn the smoking gun

and with a shot the other fell;

and he frowned upon the action done

weeping out to the heaven and hells

“How glamorous was thy heart's worth

of which is mine to keep,”

said she while lulling him with words

containing promises to meet in sleep

And thus did he live the most bittersweet of days,

lighted by blissful joy but darkened by disgrace

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of Chibiko-Kohai of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Very different for you Tai. That's a good thing. Expand your style. Christ I wrote little eve and a moment from God about two weeks apart. If that's not schitzoid writing I don't know what the hell is.

[That_Girl]

Last two lines are PERFECT. Mm mm mm. Oh yes, quite good indeed, Tai!

[Tai Ryens]

Not my best, if I'd say so myself. Thank you, nonetheless.