Kyle Richards


The sun, The sun,
A loaded gun,
Where two men stand and pray,

The heat, The heat,
A quarrel to beat,
Fear the heat of the noonday sun,

The sweat, The sweat,
A cornered bet,
Brings the reaper once again,

The shade, The shade,
And endless blade,
Cuts the tension across the street,

The wind, The wind,
Their minds wont bend,
As their coats are blown aside,

A glare, A glare,
That icy, stare,
A glint of steel in his eyes,

The draw, The draw,
THE fastest law,
Is a bullet to the head,

The shot, The shot,
A fate is wrought,
As another fades away,

The dust, The dust,
An endless lust,
For the blood that was spilled today,

The blood, The blood,
An endless flood,
From the holes blown through his shirt,

The scream, The scream,
Bursting the seam,
Of the sanity I once held dear,

The bang, The bang,
And angels sang,
For the soul that I took that day.

Poem Submitted: Monday, July 2, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, March 18, 2011

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Comments about Spades by Kyle Richards

  • Aliya Deri (7/2/2007 6:00:00 PM)

    wow...this is great!
    It seems to be in third person until the very end-
    injury was not done only to the dead but also to the killer;
    the initial argument and bloodlust is belittled by the loss of life and sanity.
    great work!

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