DORY AND JOHN

The story of dory
And  the story of John
Could be glory
Could be wrong

Dory was a Gent at heart
Dorian was the birth mark
John preferred the Dory part
As was his name from start

A younger brother with might
John enjoyed a good fight
Dory had no choice in life
As his brothers fire reignites

Sat in constant silence
In denial of the violence 
Seeking the vengeance 
Of a brothers pretence

To the viewer looking in
There was no sin
No bullying of the sibling 
Feelings was kept within

But poor old Dory
Was more than a story
A tale as gory
To make the devils glory

 A knifes sharp look
Sharper than a serpants tooth
No more playing by the book
Dory looks to end the snook

Waiting for the right time
To end his eternal prime
Lifting up his knife
Here's to you and life

Claret filled the room
With no time to gloom
The blade spun with a zoom
As Dory fell to his doom

A story of brothers grim
A story of feelings within 
A story of lifes sin
A story we need to bring

So the masses will see
People hide their grief 
From judging thieves
Who steals from realities
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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