Don't Play With the Devil

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06260
United States
41° 54' 16.5636" N, 71° 52' 8.3712" W

My eyes blink back tears as I stare ahead.

How did this happen? When were we misled?

Fate has dealt us a cruel hand, to see us dead.

What is there to do in these times of dread?

Of course the answer is to be unwed.

But the day is done and you have dropped dead.

We had a plan for us to set ahead.

But you had to fail and grief is widespread.

This was your way of tearing me to shreds,

I do suppose that I should go to bed.

These days are daunting but that goes unsaid.

How I wish I could have been you and fled.

I guess I deserve this feeling of dread.

Even though I still hold you by a thread,

But it is in vain and I’m seeing red.

Though I do wonder why we were not wed.

Perhaps it is my fault you were misled,

Then again you did deserve to end up dead.

Here I sit beside our dear baby’s bed,

Guarding over her as you failed and fled.

I do wonder why you had gone and bled,

Perhaps it was the strength of the axe head.

I was amazed at the Venetian red,

Who knew that it would pour out of your head?

Thanks to you, I could dye all of my thread,

It is a shame that it is dark red,

I wanted a color that would not spread.

I asked for too much, just as you had said,

But I don’t dwell on the past and look ahead.

It is how I refuse to deal with dread,

Fore I do not want to have a swelled head.

It is better for this to go unsaid,

Though it will say that way fore you’re brain dead.

‘Such a poor existence for a purebred,’

Is something that you would have gone and said.

It’s too late for you to fill me with dread,

I’ve got my dearly beloved axe head.

But what have you got? Your lovely rose beds?

I do suppose that is something widespread,

Not for long fore I will tear them to shreds.

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