The Guest Poem by E.M McCarry

Every heart has a guest,
and every guest has a card
Every card has a way
to be destroyed in time.

The guest sneaks in,
the heart pangs
the card is hidden
from the heart.

From the card,
the guest deciphers
to be or not to be
the choice is made
and the guest goes mad

The heart was told to stop the guest but
'twas too late.
But the heart disagrees.

Fighting the guest was hard
and the heart failed repeatedly
The heart became weaker
black overcoming white

The card still safe, the guest settled down
Ready to change history.
With the heart frozen, the guest killed many
and screams echoed in the deep heart.

Shadows crept in,
along with hate.
And years passed.

Finally, the heart broke free;
and found the card.
But how to wreck it,
he could not see.

The guest chuckled.
You see
she held the key to
ending the card,
to ending the pain it had caused.

But with a secret weapon
and a scuffle,
and silent screams
the card blew up
the red embers sweeping away,
the guest departing.
Life never was the same,
for the guest will blow on.