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
