The Cards of logic
stop man from such fates.
Yet no.
The cruel man lay down
at the hands of the other.
A smoking barrel
and sting paranoia
as the rush away began.
So lies dead the worthless soul that did rob our hero.
So off into the world of fugative he did run.
With no heart
mind
love
or plan.
His love was gone
his deed was done.
There was no more to his life
than one on the run.
But soft, our lofly hero is lost and way ward after
his deed.
No purse,
no home,
no allies but she was gone in the winds
of loss and time.
But he did find shelter in the home
and heart
of a woman he did despise.
Her lust and cunning shattered his heart once before,
but her lust did twindle and he did walk away the victor,
but it was so in the cards that be
that he did return to her arms.
Only for warmth,
Only for shelter
and she did welcome him in,
and at the time she did have her evil, and lusty smile.
James J Jackson 