THE GANGSTER, Spoken by the popular SILENT ONE

Appreciation: A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem. THE GANGSTER Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream The gangster with a poetic heart dares to dream A living testimony to deviates and lost souls. Where seedy worth defines unsavoury roles. Perceiving her as a quintessence work of art Fantasising a new start could transform his path But his formidable foe of unbeatable might Silently rejects him from her soulless sight Scheming secrets spill, in the ruthless thrill, While Angels weep for innocents who sleep Nearer to his mark, prey to her game Shame, oh shame! Like a moth to the flame. Though only murder glows in her beauteous glance The man gambles chance at a shot at romance The bar reeks of treachery and strife Trust is sporadic in a gangster’s life Romantic interchange in hidden codes Not charmed by romance, a single shot explodes In this world of corrupt nights, where the energy dips Between Jack Daniels sips, those sensuous red lips The Reaper is the dealer; Destiny seals Every gangster bends to the very last deal An Art film Art films often "bear the marks of a distinctive visual style" and the authorial approach of the director. An art cinema film often refuses to provide a "readily answered conclusion", instead putting to the cinema viewer the task of thinking about "how is the story being told? Maria Williams©2024