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A killer seen

Jack Sparrow here, let me tell you
I escaped from him, I tell a story true
He was killing a couple I heard the screams
A nightmare of horrid dreams

I crept up to see what was going on
He spied me before very long
He let out a cry that froze my gait
Advancing on me so full of hate

He stopped about ten feet away
My blood froze at what I saw that day
I had brought my double barrelled gun
I would show him that it was no fun

He stood there amidst the gore
A smile flickered as they were no more
Temptation was his new game
Butchering all the sick and lame

I challenged his right to be
His grey black eyes bored into me
Curses I had to think strategy
Of how to take him down this time

Knowing his world now touched mine
Be gone I muttered deep and low
You cursed man just up and go
I have no more feelings for you.

He laughed yes stood and laughed
Blood running down his arms
This site should have set off the alarm
That I had wandered to close this time

He didn’t know that I had protection so
It came to him in the blink of an eye
A lead ball sped from out of my hand
To tear at him but the second, a misfire

Damn him to hell, I turned and had to run
Weapon no good, I wished for a sword
I knew it just made him angrier still
My life now in danger, I just felt ill

I ran and hid there, shaking away.
I hoped he wouldn’t find me that day
I wouldn’t be talking to you if he had
Just smile for me as I am so glad.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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A sort of killer from long ago I wrote it just now and couldn't let it go without sharing it with you the few, a small Idea of how the pink workshop may proceed.. Yours Ian.T
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you rhyme Ian. I thought you can follow a better rhyme scheme, or you either rhyme or no rhyme at all. I don't know what you and others have in mind regarding this.
And yes, I see you're ready for Wesley's pink workshop. LOL


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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I initially wrote this for the workshop, but Wesley says we are going to write a couple of Stanzas at a time, so I thought why waste a write, and put it on stream.
Thanks for your visit and comment, you take care out there, Yours Ian.T

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So find more reasons to believe in others..

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