Patrick O'Reilly
Between two trees stood a sullen
man
Counting on his words
When two Queens tilted at him
With sharp and
heavy swords
The first struck fast and struck him hard
And left a
growing wound,
Then the other struck him suddenly
And the shock hit hard
and soon.
And as they pulled their weapons from his side
They wrenched
the man in twain.
Oh, decision and love means only death,
Only death and
pain!
