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