His Call

Stop and read no farther if your heart is weak, because this story’s ending surely 
will be bleak.

If you’re prone to nightmares following any gore, I suggest you STOP my friend 
and read no more. 

Lovey dovey poems just aren’t my cup of tea, if you’re drawn to darkness then 
honey come with me.

Death, Pain, and Sorrow are the stars of this misadventure, there are no “super 
heroes” here of this you can be sure!

Sorrow is a villain that comes both night and day, when he has you in his grip 
you’ll never get away.

Pain is Sorrow’s sidekick she strikes the body and the mind, just like her partner 
no escape from her you’ll find.

Now we’re to the worse villain of them all, Death he shows no mercy, we each 
will get his call.

Why you ask is Death the worst villain of this piece? Death will show no pity as 
you beg him for release.

Death he brings on Sorrow and gives him all his power, then he stands back 
watching this is his finest hour!

Death then calls on Pain to join Sorrow at his side, when those three are lurking 
there is no where to hide.

Now it’s time for Sorrow and Pain to let Death take center stage, Death pulls out 
his pistols, he calls them “FEAR and RAGE”.

BANG, BANG he takes his first shots and a bulls eye he does score, THUMP, 
THUMP is all you hear as the body hits the floor.

He’s holsters up his weapons smiles and says “I’ve done my part”, Now it’s your 
turn Sorrow this is where you start.

Vicious cycle so you say, well that is just to bad, I told from the beginning this 
ending would be sad.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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