Out In the Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops, Part Two
Out In The Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops,
Part Two
And with the poor lost soul's death nobody cared
evil world laughed, death and punishment shared
I his sympathetic best friend, so much more knew
Fate had shared of his destiny and a clue
That but for he this tragedy wouldst befall you
You may have just one chance to avoid your just due
Telling me one wickedly dark night, how he dies
On a snowy street nobody hears his last cries
Then warning me, do not let your anger you rule
For that and drunkenness is the mark of a fool
Such said from a dark corner in a haunted house
As I in shock became like a frightened mouse!
Dare you ask, why did you not try to your friend save
Instead, path you chose, let him meet an early grave
Plead I, Fate had warned you best not interfere
For if you do that, you both then die, is that clear
I pondered was there a way to deny Fate
But fear overtook, I surmised, 'tis his date
Must delay mine long as I can possible do
This judgement was called to be right, what say you
Should man with arrogance defy another's Fate
Attempt to save him, help keep him from that last gate
Nay, one must be prudent, one must be truly wise
Fate and Death dear friends, they come in many a guise.
Now as years have flown, I watch the street late at night
Battle I plan, I'll not give up without a fight
Fate no longer speaks, unless I hear its dark growl
And death comes closer, I smell its odor most foul…..
Robert J. Lindley, 12-18-2021
Dark, Sad Narrative
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