When Death Comes to Town ~ #OpenLinkNight

You can feel his dark cloak fall
before the bell will toll
You can feel his cutting scythe
as Death begins his stroll

You can smell his rancid breath
Like liquid manure
You can taste his kiss of death
much closer than before

Who knew where Doc Bob met his foe

what road he was travelling down

Who knew when Doc Bob took his stroll

that death had come to town

The flags on limos lining streets

hang limp despite the wind

The Raven sings his crackled call

Signaling the end

Family members line the grave

and kiss the sacred earth

red roses fall upon the box

that will house his soul's rebirth

Who knew why Darla made the call

not having heard a sound

Who knew what told her before us

that death had come to town

She cried real tears or so we thought

His best friend at her side

No one noticed how they embraced

Her husband had just died.

But brother John took in the sights

Knowing all was not real well

He held the secrets in his heart

and swore he'd never tell

Doc Bob had been the better man

Friend Dave could gain no ground

but suddenly he pulled ahead

the day death came to town

In the fancy suburb home

the two would make their nest

becoming all he'd dreamed he be

something closest to the best

With trophy wife and trophy home

Dave knew no friends were needed

He rubbed elbows, drank champagne

while Doc's memory receded

But poor dear Dave had met his match

for karma was no clown

it was only a matter of time

before death came back to town

Darla found him late one day

body limp, no longer breathing

So close to Doc, her heart was broke

no strength for dark and grieving

What took him down no one could say

Brother John just shook his head

he knew before too long the man

was bound to end up dead

Brother John took one red rose

and gently laid it down

Brother John, the one who called

the Reaper back to town.

I'm at it again...prepping early for #OpenLinkNight...well...because it's my turn to host the party! Claudia did an awesome job at clean up after last weeks festivities...but better safe than sorry! (Hard lessons...another story!) SO...as I battle a frantic real world, a tween who is graduating to junior high, and a real estate market in chaos...you can bet I'm looking forward to throwing one heck of a party.  See you at dVerse, Tuesday 3pmEST...I'll be waiting!