![]() Dead Men Tell No LiesA Poem by Kristin Lee![]() A man see's a fortune teller...![]() It’s upon the jaded bed of death You’ll find this awful confession Malingering on dog smelling breath.
I went to see the local fortune teller They said she was the best She promised dreams and fancy things But for me, she foretold death. To see a dead man walking Isn’t common place Nor was the look Upon her withered face. Recollecting her composure The gypsy masked her fear As she told the most amazing fable That clung to my growing ears. “I see you’ve got a problem. Good thing you’ve come to me. First, you must atone For all your wretched sins; To leave a life behind Without saying goodbye, Will leave a scar worse than the one Your perpetrator left on your thigh. By dancing as nature intended Under the first full moon You will embrace all that is due. Then...when that is done… Well...dead man... You must write it in your blood. The story of how you came to be The dead wolf warrior you were born to be.” I thought the woman mad As she stared at me with pride But there was something carnal Burning in her eyes. I should have never gone to see that woman Every word she said came true! And my blood is now the legacy That proves without a doubt, Dead men tell no lies. © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on June 10, 2013 Last Updated on June 11, 2013 Tags: fortuntellers, wearwolves, full moon Author![]() Kristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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