Poems from the Heart and Mind

Midnight's Deceit

This lovely man, who's so refined,

More gentle than usual and so kind,

Sweeps this girl from off her heels

Before she's sure of how she feels.

He was so much of a gentleman, she had no time,

To even ponder if he had reason or rhyme

To act such a way to her, so went on

Into the daydream he put her in, not knowing it was a con.

At the stroke of midnight on that fateful day,

He took her from her mansion and said, "Let's steal away!"

Spellbound, she didn't miss a beat,

So from the mansion, they made a retreat.

The same morning, they made no haste,

At nine o'clock they wed, and did not waste

Her lavish income to follow their heart's desire,

And at the toll of midnight again did they retire.

Letting her gaurd down, she wanted to give herself

To the man she barely knew, who too supposedly had wealth.

Then she looked into his soft face, that turned to steel,

And realized all at once that none of it was real.

She saw on that bed, from his hand glean,

The sharp knife held by her love, the fiend.

Acting fast, he stroke down quick

At the suprised young girl who had been tricked.

She kicked him and he fell, grunted, then again sprang,

She tripped him, and grabbed that look alike fang.

Before she could think, she drove it down

Into his breast; he no longer made a sound.

She fell aback, and let out a sob,

For the one she gave her heart to, made it his job

To decieve her, and take her for her riches;

And now he lay, no longer twitches.