Thursday, September 4, 2014

Cask of Amontillado

The chains held strong as I struggled to be free
The darkness had come and I couldn't see
I felt the cold chains crying in pain
I knew my friend must have gone insane

My breath was getting shorter with every second
Suddenly I heard a voice for me it beckoned
Thinking back I realized that the chains were rusty
So i stared to tug and pull but the room was dusty

I prayed for forgiveness to The Lord and begged for savior
Kneeling I noticed a niche were my begs heard there was a rapier
My friend would not get rid of me that fast not with impunity
For the free masons fought together in unity

Running up the stairs i stopped to listen
My heart beat started to quicken 
Jumping up the last stairs I headed to his room
For he was to meet his dreadful doom

-T.B.

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