The Moment Cries For Long-Awaited Fate
He has ventured the deadly avenues unscathed,
the look on his face rivals the bronze heroes.
The drape of his clothes displays a straight back,
fit for the iron will of a righteous man.
Passerbys stop and notice his commitment,
a laserlike focus of deadly intent.
The villain can see he has no chance to win,
yet thinks he can turn the ending around.
Depending on the power of textbook tricks,
he employs his final underhanded strike.
But the moment cries for long-awaited fate,
when evil receives the golden gift of loss!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2023
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