Betrayal's Harvest
I couldn't believe the word on the streets
It ran through every nook and cranny
and with urgent feet.
The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told.
A calculated wanton cruelty unfold.
The story began with a father's love,
His sacred trust betrayed by greed
in ashes thrust.
Ailing in the grasp of illness' woe,
The father weakened, his spirit brought low.
Yet, in his frailty, a serpent crept,
-His own blood- a vow broken and secrets kept.
The daughter who once was a tender kin,
Insidiously wore a mask, concealing sin.
Exploiting love for selfish gain,
She danced on morals and left them slain.
As illness wrapped its cold embrace,
She stole from him in a heartless chase.
No mercy shown and no love retained,
She executed her deeds, a legacy stained.
In the court of justice, truth unveiled
The daughter's treachery, scales impaled.
A jury stern with solemn eyes,
Listened to her deceitful cries.
Her guilt laid bare, there was no room to hide,
A wicked journey she couldn't guide.
Punishment awaited, justice sought,
For a father's love, so brutally fought.
The courtroom hushed until a gavel's sound,
Echoed justice, resounding around.
The penalty pronounced with a heavy toll,
For the daughter's wicked, heartless stroll.
She paid the price for her deceit,
A sentence served, yes, a bitter feat!
The daughter faced her inner strife,
In the cold abyss of her own life.
Let this be a lesson to those who yearn
To heed the bonds that love does earn.
For when betrayal's seeds are sown,
A bitter harvest shall be known.
Copyright ©
Marguerite C. Anderson
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