Death Knell

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By Chuck Shorter

A wreath of blood red roses, atop your lifeless form. Everyone makes "tragic" poses, as is the prescribed norm. The funeral rites are over, all "mourners" go their ways. Whilst I, your broken lover, am left with lonely days. A year ago you walked the aisle, and thus became my wife. I kissed your luscious lips awhile, and promised you my life. Last night at home, I shot you dead, For cheatin' out on me. You let that scumbag share your bed, for a paltry fee. Is true love just a passing phase, or is it a fact of life? Maybe it's just a childish craze, and a source of ceaseless strife. CHUCK SHORTER

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May 17, 2007 02:15Angel of Music

Great job :)

May 18, 2007 00:18Angel of Music

I know that I already left my comment here, but I just wanted to thank you for all your comments on all of my poetry. So, Thanks. btw you are Extreamly talented and I just love reading your poems!

May 31, 2007 01:09 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

wow! this poem was sneaking up on me. I wasn't ready for the shooting, thought just a broken lover, but, it is a very good write! You do have talent. Glo

March 9, 2008 19:49Felicia

LOVE it .... I yearn to write a poem like this Felicia Mac

November 23, 2009 03:37Moon

Wow amazing work Chuck. I look forward to looking at your other works.

February 8, 2010 16:35Angel of Music

Chuck, Upon returning to read your poetry, I have found it even better than I had remembered. This is a wonderful peice, looking for more from you soon!! Always, ~*~The Angel of Music*~*Amanda~*~

P.S. I have some new peices that I would love to have your oppinion on, should you have the time to stop by and read them.