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NO HAPPILY EVER AFTER
by Shane Ramey

I sit there and watch the fire grow cold,
Knowing full well my tale’s been told,
Silent, lonely, no foe or friend,
No voice to remind me of the end.

I peer through the window into darkened space,
Vainly hoping (dreading) to see the face,
Of that dark angel who walks the earth,
To meet him is fate, foretold from birth.

As I wait, I hesitate the need,
To recall the memory of my deed,
“End my sorrow!” she humbly cried,
“The blood on your hands would be justified.”

Like me, she waited for peace to come,
But suffering mocked her plea to succumb,
She would find more joy in soothing death,
Than the horror of being granted another breath.

Struck by poison and plague, my dearest love,
Her prayers unanswered by Heaven above,
That Great Reaper of Souls, deaf to her demand,
Her demise must be by a caring hand.

Reluctance stung like a hornet’s wrath,
I screamed, “Where would it lead, this shadowed path?”
“To a place where sanity will not return?”
“Where memories of this night would forever burn?”

She calmed me with a cherub’s voice,
Revealing the true nature of my choice,
To allow her to live like this; an act of hate,
Or a scarred reflection of a love so great.

I looked in her sharp eyes one last time,
Pondering how to commit this heartfelt crime,
Wishing to do so without force or pain,
From giving into madness, I tried to refrain.

Reading my thoughts, my bride pointed to me,
A tasteless potion near the evening’s tea,
There was the last kiss, and then she took the drink,
Then was gone from me in a tear-filled blink.

I buried her under that majestic tree,
Where words were once uttered of what would be,
No one to know of this, I confused guilt for shame,
I cowered from ruining an untarnished name.

As I again light the hellish fire,
I see demons gather like a blasphemous choir,
Though I weep out loud, I hear their laughter,
They sing to me “No Happily Ever After!”

Now at the conclusion that like my wife,
I’m a fool to wait for the end of life,
I grasp the tool that could cease my stay,
As the Inferno’s imps beg me to join their play.

My father’s gun with powder ready,
My once shaking hand now solemn and steady,
I pray not for Paradise, but only that I can trust,
That my case be judged by a God noble and just.

But instead of a shot, dark thoughts ring through my head,
Would anyone know this story after I am dead?
After all, one can’t keep the world pretending,
That every told tale has a happy ending!

Description
NO HAPPILY EVER AFTER
by Shane Ramey

I sit there and watch the fire grow cold,
Knowing full well my tale’s been told,
Silent, lonely, no foe or friend,
No voice to remind me of the end.

I peer through the window into darkened space,
Vainly hoping (dreading) to see the face,
Of that dark angel who walks the earth,
To meet him is fate, foretold from birth.

As I wait, I hesitate the need,
To recall the memory of my deed,
“End my sorrow!” she humbly cried,
“The blood on your hands would be justified.”

Like me, she waited for peace to come,
But suffering mocked her plea to succumb,
She would find more joy in soothing death,
Than the horror of being granted another breath.

Struck by poison and plague, my dearest love,
Her prayers unanswered by Heaven above,
That Great Reaper of Souls, deaf to her demand,
Her demise must be by a caring hand.

Reluctance stung like a hornet’s wrath,
I screamed, “Where would it lead, this shadowed path?”
“To a place where sanity will not return?”
“Where memories of this night would forever burn?”

She calmed me with a cherub’s voice,
Revealing the true nature of my choice,
To allow her to live like this; an act of hate,
Or a scarred reflection of a love so great.

I looked in her sharp eyes one last time,
Pondering how to commit this heartfelt crime,
Wishing to do so without force or pain,
From giving into madness, I tried to refrain.

Reading my thoughts, my bride pointed to me,
A tasteless potion near the evening’s tea,
There was the last kiss, and then she took the drink,
Then was gone from me in a tear-filled blink.

I buried her under that majestic tree,
Where words were once uttered of what would be,
No one to know of this, I confused guilt for shame,
I cowered from ruining an untarnished name.

As I again light the hellish fire,
I see demons gather like a blasphemous choir,
Though I weep out loud, I hear their laughter,
They sing to me “No Happily Ever After!”

Now at the conclusion that like my wife,
I’m a fool to wait for the end of life,
I grasp the tool that could cease my stay,
As the Inferno’s imps beg me to join their play.

My father’s gun with powder ready,
My once shaking hand now solemn and steady,
I pray not for Paradise, but only that I can trust,
That my case be judged by a God noble and just.

But instead of a shot, dark thoughts ring through my head,
Would anyone know this story after I am dead?
After all, one can’t keep the world pretending,
That every told tale has a happy ending!