Deal Me In


The Homicide King

Staring down the blood-lets

Of his fully drawn sword

You are in his sights

Is he in yours?


If so you now see 

The bloodstained tip

And how along which

Does blood still drip


Fresh as your dreams

The future you’ll never spend

Fresh as your memories

Those, like the victim they were with

The king delivered death’s end


You almost had a full house

Till he beat you to the draw

Then drew his sword on your queen

Her voice mistaken for caw


So where does this leave you?

Do you succumb to shock and awe?

Or roll up your sleeves to reveal an ace?

It is your turn now to draw