in Rhode Island
October 24th, 2003
Hi. This is one of my better poems. Tell me what you think by e-mail (should I continue?)
Dahk
A Murder Poem
I looked out at the dark, dark hill.
A shadow shone through the window, one that looked like my friend Bill.
The figure spotted me, came into my house, and got ready to kill.
Then, I saw that it was really Bill.
I saw his eyes flash with delight
As I felt a stab in my back without much of a fight.
When I rose up to heaven, I saw the light
Shed by blessed God, powerful with might.
So, as I departed that dark, dark hill,
I just cried, as I departed my dear wife, Lil.
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