Fate Poem by soren Barrett

Final gag of hope, as they cinch up the rope, feet twitch in the dock
A fall from grace, Hickok's ace, outlined with chalk
To sit on your hands, when the audience stands, because of doubt
To know, that it's only a show, when the dimming lights go out
How it seems, to wake from dreams, when a nightmare leaves
The relief, from plummeting grief, when your child cries and breaths
Blood to spill, graves to till, atrocity magnified
Words chill, answers kill, curiosity satisfied
When the deal, won't cover your meal, what's the price of a kiss?
Virtue gone, when maggots spawn, was Judas remiss?