Crossroads

The tapered blade glinted in the fast fading moonlight It slipped so easy between the ribs on this, another murderous night Swiftly the body was denuded of all his earthly goods As the bladed murderer slipped off, into the nearby darkening woods. The tapered blade reappeared two nights from that deed No one took notice, the warnings they did not heed The blade did flash the body fell, gurgling sounds did rise As the body crumpled the life blood gone, twas no real surprise. A vigilante, they declared, was on the prowl at night Two evil men had been attacked and given more than just a fright The death toll rose week by week, but none could tell the tale The man with the tapered blade, not once his deadly blade did fail. The bloody murderer with the blade came to a crossroads in his life He stood between three roads marked Hope, Despair and Strife Onto his knees he fell, he prayed and asked “Which road do I take?” I have done your bidding Lord; help me my choice to make. Looking down from heaven on high the Lord was angered so “I never told you to act as judge and everyone will know. Behind you a fourth road is opening this one is called Retribution. Take that one if you dare I say, but expect no absolution.” The murderous vigilante, his thanks did express in supplication He took the given road, not realising this act was in its self the causation Of the opening of a doorway where stood the Reaper with his scythe As the curved blade came down, he watched his victim writhe. The Grim reaper did smile his daily task he did so enjoy To be given a soul to keep, would keep his devils in happy employ So if you take the path-the one marked retribution Remember at the end of it may not be the hoped for or best solution. ©5/11/2102 ~GG~