An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,

nothing to win, yet nothing to loose

One man seeks vengance, his past dies hard

His time is up, no wild card

No second chances, no new life,

He waits and he fears for a sign of deaths scyth

No second chance the dealing is done

he can only pray this hand he won,

No such chance, his fait is sealed

He just can't handle the hand he was dealed,

In his last instant he wished to fold,

but it is to late

the triger is pulled


 
Copyright © dew, All Rights Reserved