On the Run

Dear little Serenity, I hope that you've forgiven me. But I couldn't see you starve, and of course I fear divinity. I've pulled to many capers for the paper, so now any mans head lights could be the flashing death sentence of my enemies. I wish I could be there to see you walk or at least hear your first breath. Lord knows I want to stay but the majority has voted me in for death. The tides had to shift to quick. It had to be magic call it hokas pokas. I heard them pray to be pray never again. Now in the end their more furious. And as I stare down that barrel as it opens, after the click clack... I'll think back, remembering I did it to feed you. So I'll never regret that. But now I'm on the run... My mistakes will catch up but until then I'm on the run...