The Day Mary Died
Today is the day that I will die
This the cards have told me
No matter how I shuffled and dealt
The outcome never altered
How I will die I do not know
The cards have not foretold me
Just each card next to the other lays
Spelling doom, gloom and disaster
How to escape this planned fate
No ideas to me were forthcoming
Should I go out, meet fate head on.
Or stay home, under my bed be hiding
This way and that my mind did sway
And ended up going round in circles
The cards are right, they’re never wrong
I was assured by the fortuneteller.
An evil smile played across her face
As she lifted and aimed a Colt revolver
Across the table a picture she slid
Once seen, all my question were answered
The photo was of her wedding day
Her husband, this man was my secret lover
As the bullet tore through, snuffed my life
I prayed to God for forgiveness
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Copyright © Stephen Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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