As Opened By
Upon an urge, the peephole beckoned to be turned.
Presenting a moment to know, to sure the observed
Through veil of day, whispers promised of love without decay -
A lullaby - a dream that words can’t say.
For Giulia stole breath each day -
Leaving statues struck in wonder, strewn in her way.
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
How brave Markus began to requite,
His Giulia’s love - so, began his fight.
As Markus, forth into duty and fray,
She admired, hesitated and resisted to play.
Else he be torn between heaven and earth,
And heaven, she knew carried no worth, no purpose
But blessings gifted to rich in virtue and patience
By those daring enough who wish in sentience.
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
How brave Giulia began to requite,
Markus’s love - so, began their fight.
Both enamoured, glinting treasures in cascade,
Beauty’s serene without age,
Drew the attention of one in cavalcade
To halt and dismount from the celebrating parade.
With an eye to Giulia, and a way to forget,
Her love for Markus. The angels wept.
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
On how a brute began to hide,
A divine love behind his pride.
“Skilled are you Markus, bold and righteous?
To fight for your worth and be counted among us?
To prize your place in history
Or be lost to the depths, forever a mystery?
Skilled are you Markus?
Bold and righteous?
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
On how love gave way,
fooled by a crook.
“There are few tasks I can’t do well
And never have I known peril,
What torments such that you need help?
For me to part from Giulia’s bosom felt?”
“There is great urgency, and lives depend,
upon a war that you can and must end.”
The key turned, the door unlocked,
The legend opened, teased with hook,
And a call to challenge,
Perhaps mistook.
Assailed upon every stride, Markus beaten in pride,
Thinking it never to end, fell to his knees and cried.
How can blood flow like water?
End the violence! End the slaughter!
Then a crooked man with a crooked gun,
In a shot plucked out his heart for rot.
The key turned, the door locked,
The legend ended, closed by crook.
pheno "Spook" Bold
- 15 years, 8 months, 5 days ago