How we met?
Me and he.
Hawk and Ezra.
Two days afore
Two wanderers met.
Me and he.
Hawk and Ezra.
Hawk wandered
Sans an aim.
Ezra wandered
Sur* an aim.
Ezra'd heard about
These hills and heights.
And this ain't
Any tourist spot.
A calm and peaceful heights,
Then it is.
Thus he chose,
To wander here.
And I felt right
To care for
An orphan -
Ezra.
Thus came we,
Me and he,
Hawk and Ezra,
To this village heights.
And, now,
We got a sharper aim.
Open the door.
First,
To the Quallete's Abbey.
Then,
To the David's Abode,
Where, years seven afore,
Was a family murdered.
Brutally. Horrifically.
A father,
A mother,
And a son.
Rephaim and family.
Murder - how?
Murderer who?
Unknown.
The case file
Would be below
Dust with the law.
We walked.
*Sur: French for 'with'
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Open the Door
PoetryYou know the door, You have the key, Now, OPEN THE DOOR #18 in poetry (Jun 2017) A random old lady approaches Hezekiah Hawk saying that he is not any random wanderer as he claimed to be, but someone who was brought to those hills of south India by...
