Coming Through the Sword

She waited on the ground For the first stone to be thrown Guilty as charged Coming through brambles, her seed had grown In silence he lingers Secrets choking the soul to shame All the regrets of wanting money Ran him to the board, a pawn in their game Plots and schemes Drive him to the next big thing Determining every move Luxuries untold Everything can be sold To a heart that can NOT lose Bound to fear Every thought, dark and drear No escape for hope Stained skin Rolling in the pen Groping for the elusive rope Court is in session TRUTH stands in WORD On the scale is the soul Whole or spliced through the SWORD Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-17-2022