The letter left behind
The scene.
A badly damaged house.
The front door.
Wide open.
Broken.
Furniture in disarray.
A dark stain on the door threshold and a letter.
Wrapped in a red bow on a side table.
The investigating detective picks it up and reads.
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Well it's been
A few years
And
The Great Dragon is at the door
Banging hard
Like only Count Dracul could
So before
He breaks it down
And I welcome
Him in
To pay
For my sins
Touch
Wood
Here are
My last words
Before
I'm turned
Life is hard
Then we all die
So
If someone once
Shared their light
Don't hate them
And cry
You may never know
What they were going
Through
So in those special moments
Of reflection
Put your judgment aside
And embrace those memories
When they first came
Your way
Even though
Your not friends
Today
Because one day
One day
They'll disappear
Somewhere
Unknown
Where the Starlings don't
Play
And you'll never
Get to say
What you really
Want to say
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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