Beyond and beneath the stars we lay our scene,
Both staged to all and unseen
Only remains to be mislead,
In the slickest dew of slaughter.
He shall only come once, but take all as he leaves
He's gonna take ten, and it might be me.
Don't promise your life or drink the mead,
but most of all don't be a sleaze.
Through the telephone you'll say your last words
Get them right or you won't be heard.
He's cunning with a knife, yet caught in every life.
He's smarter than you, but not then me
I'll corner him last,
And thus begins the final act.
Life's a movie, but we're in the wrong flick
Though we are kin, I'll finish him quick.
YOU ARE READING
For Roman
PoetryA poem that I wrote in high school, that I've held onto over the years that I am somewhat proud of. It could be described as an ode to the Scream franchise, in a way. And is designed with the romantic period in mind. Enjoy.
