All In the Crowd Named Susan

If he spoke one word he'd die, what word could be so prized? There is one that could be, though of a word that knew no lies For if it did it would not be true for deep affection is not spread in such ways So the word he thought he kept on thinking not with his mind but with his heart With his care for words he knew there to be only time for one so the axe waiting to come down upon his fair skin and rough neck He gazed upon a crowd. So he spoke a word worth his life the word he spoke was this so hear and go with sacrifice the word he spoke was "LOVE" Black eyed Susan share the sun with the crimson red of blood One may wonder what of the cause? For now what is done is done Now here after the word was heard Thoughts exchanged from brain to brain Sharing what they thought they knew A simple word set forth with enough power To move infinite inspiration through the realm of time and space And so with one word the word of "LOVE" The many in the crowd had found You can murder a man and take his will But you can never kill the words he spoke Water rushed down from the emptiness of the sky now filled with black clouds washing the yellow pedals from the stain of what intoxicated them. Now the scene a blank slate once again. All that was remembered was a word. Love.