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"Word Woven Tapestries"


Chapter 1
The Ballad of The Serpent

By fm wright

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.

From his home he did runaway,
after stepfather he did slay.
With three bullets he shot him down,
after mother's dead body he found.

He met a mercenary band,
with whom he traversed distant lands.
With one he didn't get along,
still somehow he managed to belong.

When each one so taught him their skills,
he told them to call him Rigel;
for if his true name became known,
he feared into prison he'd be thrown.

When he grew out of his teen years
he was looked upon as a peer,
except by one known as Lansing,
who continued on his harassing.

Still in missions he did take part,
'til the day this all came apart;
for there arose certain events,
to whose outcome near tragedy lent.

As the only one from them saved,
Rigel was left to dig the graves.
Back to the U.S. he did go,
where he hired out his skills solo.

Reconnoitering does reveal
the best setup to make the kill.
Later, his guise changed from before,
electronic device opens door.

Once inside, the scene he prepares.
This he goes about with great care.
From out of a pack he does take
a plastic object in form of snake.

He plants it in a place just right,
to put target within his sight.
When he's sure that it's been seen
he releases his round sure and clean.

Whether he used a knife or gun
the warning became number one;
though it let the mark get prepared,
t'was through a snake's warning he was spared.

That was when idea to him came:
so from this practice spread his name;
for planting plastic snake was sure
both serve to warn as well as to lure.

Soon as "The Serpent" he'd be known:
his reputation now steadily grown.
Not just any hit would he make.
He was prudent in whose life he'd take.

His other life seemed almost bland;
for he worked as a handyman.
One day, when at his bank did stop,
donated pay for a fallen cop.

Not long after this he received
a vendetta from one who was grieved.
Thus having accepted the contract,
it wasn't long before he was packed.

No matter how the end it came,
the routine was always the same:
make sure the snake the mark did see,
then carry out hit efficiently.

At an hour that is most late,
outside a window he does wait.
The snake poised just ever so right
to put target in range of gun sight.

As the target does sight the snake,
he, a response, prepares to make.
In midst of firing he does stop,
when glimpse of badge marks her as a cop.

The next day a package he sent,
despite thoughts of angry client,
to detective's home with a note:
clue to who put out contract, he wrote.

Packed and ready he was to go,
but t'was something he didn't know;
for a bullet happened his way,
and it certainly wasn't a stray.

To detective he had to go
and share with her what he did know.
Soon arriving at Peter's place
he confided, in part, face to face.

While his story he did relate,
she promised to investigate;
wondering what part he did play,
based on what he did and didn't say.

As over case files she did pour,
one fact she just couldn't ignore;
this Rigel Danforth was involved -
whoever else was must be resolved.

All parolees accounted for,
who would want to even the score?
As one by one her leads dwindled,
curiosity the more kindled.

The fingerprints they could not lead
to the one at core of deed;
being that they were not on file -
to find out the truth could take awhile.

Still they must relate to some case;
though there was nothing she could trace.
Having a woman at the core
made only more difficult the chore.

Going forth a shooter to find,
thoughts of Lisa are on his mind;
feelings within him awakened,
of which he couldn't be mistaken.

Rigel resourcefully tracks down,
to an unlikely part of town,
a handle on most certainly
is the contractor's identity.

Chasing him down an alleyway;
here Rigel seeks to make his play.
Just as he has him dead to rights
the other tosses cat in gun's sights,

Rigel stills his trigger finger:
his sworn target doesn't linger.
Rigel follows him in pursuit,
but in delay has lost his route.

T'was one direction he must go,
for this thing he truly did know;
he must arrive there in all haste,
as he had not a moment to waste.

Inside of her house he did gain:
on his course Rigel didn't wain,
for her situation was dire,
as she had already taken fire.

Detective Peters on the floor,
the gunman sought to shoot once more.
A distraction is what Rigel needed,
so with snake warning interceded.

This, to the other, challenge gave,
as Rigel sought her life to save.
While Danforth took most careful aim,
his aspirant also did the same.

As two shots rang out in the night,
only one did taste of lead's bite.
The gun shot right out of his hand,
the other cut his losses and ran.

Rigel,too, thought that he should go,
and was quite ready to do so,
when a bullet out of nowhere
came quite near to parting Rigel's hair.

Though it closely grazed his forehead,
Rigel didn't end up as dead.
Quickly snatching the plastic snake,
it was a large gamble that he would make.

As Rigel's bullet rang out clear,
Lisa Peter's partner drew near.
The bullet which hit it's target
caused receiver to spill his regret.

While this in course was taking place,
away from scene Rigel did race;
fully aware that he'd be sought,
he wouldn't risk himself being caught.

When taken into custody,
he supplied name accordingly.
The would be killer was aware
that next time his life wouldn't be spared.

Waking in a hospital bed
many questions ran through her head.
Her partner answered each in turn,
as of the proceedings she did learn.

The main player in murder plot,
Lisa's life for lover's, she sought;
for while in prison his own life took:
t'was plan of vengeance his mistress cooked.

When Serpent chose to bail out,
she felt she was hard pressed, no doubt.
Ms. Prescott then turned to locals:
one has proven to be quite vocal.

Along with evidence obtained,
which with a search warrant was gained:
Monica Prescott was found out
beyond any reasonable doubt.

The Serpent's disappeared from scene.
Efforts to find him's proven lean.
T'is most likely that he's long gone,
though our search for him will carry on.

Even with all points bulletin,
locating him is uncertain.
For even if using same name,
we have no knowledge from whence he came.

His reasoning I just can't say,
Isaac went on to relay.
Detective Ward covers it all,
while in disguise, Rigel views from the hall.

Author Notes This came from an outline I have for a screenplay I once thought to write.


Chapter 2
I Kissed Him Good-bye

By fm wright

At the beginning of each new day,
before I hurried along my way,
I'd stop and take a few moments out
to dispel away any doubt
about how much it was for him I cared
and how very special was the love we shared.
In so wavering I'd give out a sigh
as I paused and kissed him a passing good-bye.

After awhile he chose to part,
though feelings for him are still in my heart.
My hurt I had no way to disguise.
In time I would come to realize
that there was nothing I could do,
except to offer him a fond adieu.
I would not allow myself to cry
as I kissed his lips in a parting good-bye.

Though life itself had marched ever on;
for the days we shared were now long since gone,
the memories of him would not dim,
and when I saw him once again
he whispered I love you with fainted breath.
Then too swiftly he passed over into death.
Tears flowing like rain pouring from my eye
I leaned down and kissed him a final good-bye.

Author Notes This is an older work which till now I never got around to posting. Also appreciation goes out to
Photopeb for use of the artwork.


Chapter 3
Tears of Joy

By fm wright

Though there was no doubt she was clearly in pain;
causing resulting tears to fall like rain,
but the water which flowed forth from her eyes
brightened her face up as if it were a sunny sky.
When asked if it were a girl or boy,
it was truly clear that they were tears of joy.

With the passing of the years, as the child grew,
her mind would go back in time to all she went through,
and when she did, water would fill her eyes:
but to anyone who knew her it was no surprise.
It would take no deduction to employ
that the drops which fell were solely tears of joy.

Walking down the aisle all decked in white;
one could not imagine a more beautiful sight.
After the wedding vows were said and done
her face could have assuredly out shined the sun.
Her husband holding his Helen of Troy
looked into the smiling eyes and tears of joy.

They settled down quickly into married life;
in her efforts she soon became the perfect wife.
Turned out it was no fairy tale come true:
even though the vows end with the promise of I do;
for men can turn back into little boys
and taking with them what could be tears of joy.

The days slowly began to drag on by:
still each time she thought of him she'd break down and cry.
Soon following she came to discover
that she was going to here soon become a mother.
If she told him, he'd believe it a ploy:
that's when sobbing overtook the tears of joy.

As she watched her daughter into a teen grow,
Joy's mind wondered just what would life on her bestow.
Would there come her way a certain fellow
who would win over her heart, if so,
would she end up like some broken toy,
or would she always only have tears of joy?

Only time itself would that question answer,
when with one accord they did move in together;
and as one day into the next was bent:
so incurring in the natural course of events
led to a life whose facts did so employ
one that would be filled with pain and tears of joy.

Author Notes I wrote this some years ago and it isn't intended to place blame on anyone. It is simply a story compiled from soap operas and not from personal experience. Also, a shout out to GaliaG for use of her artwork entitled "Tears."


Chapter 4
Growing in Prayer

By fm wright

Now bended down before her bed she does kneel:
to the God of the universe she makes her appeal.
Through all her childhood offering up prayers;
asking for blessings for all those whom she cares.

Now full grown before the altar she does stand.
The ring now placed on the finger of her left hand
she bows her head once again in silent prayer:
offering thanks for the man whose life she'd share.

With the life cycle now coming towards full term:
her faith never waivers but remains strong and firm.
As the days on the calendar onward wear
the child to come also growing in prayer.

Author Notes This poem was obviously written from an ideological point of view and is only imagined.


Chapter 5
Wings in the Wind

By fm wright

Once night had relinquished its hold,
the dawn of time then began to unfold;
for as I heard the fluttering of wings in the wind
I watched as a flight of doves towards heaven ascend.
Peace had sole reign over all
in the time that preceded mankind's fall.

Though the day has taken its hold,
the sun cannot warm hearts that are ice cold;
for as I hear wing engines sputtering in the wind
I watch fighter drones first ascend then descend.
Peace has lost reign over all;
for wars have closely followed mankind's fall.

Night again will reclaim its hold:
that's when the end of time will then unfold;
for when I hear a fluttering of wings in the wind
I'll watch while an angel assembly descends.
Peace will reign then over all;
as in the time before mankind's fall.

Author Notes Appreciation goes out to GaliaG for use of this piece entitled "Big wings."


Chapter 6
Softly She Did Sigh

By fm wright

Into this world she came,
though upon entrance did not cry;
acknowledging life not with tears,
but softly she did sigh.

As on life she took aim:
determination did supply.
Greatly admired by her peers;
'cause softly she did sigh.

Next was the dating game,
in which she met a certain guy.
Each and every time he came near
t'was softly she did sigh.

After taking his name,
and in marriage bed they did lie;
to each other became so dear,
that softly she did sigh.

Rising up from this flame,
there was soon a spark in her eye;
for soon a child would appear,
thus softly she did sigh.

When death, her mother claimed,
and the little girl said good-bye:
she did so with eyes dry and clear,
while softly she did sigh.

Author Notes Appreciation goes out to Denise B for use of this photo entitled "Generations in eternity."


Chapter 7
Down Where Mermaids Dwell

By fm wright

Down under the sea where mermaids dwell,
far below from where the tides swell,
there's another world just beyond our sight,
of which novelists and poets write.
 
Down under the sea where mermaids dwell,
perhaps sent there by violent gale,
there's sunken ships maybe filled with treasure 
containing wealth beyond all measure.
 
Down under the sea where mermaids dwell 
there are wonders of which words can fail,
in this habitat filled with awesome creatures,
donning variety of features.
 
Down under the sea where mermaids dwell,
to where there travels the great whale,
there are lengthy caverns which to explore,
which could even lead to so much more.
 
Down under the sea where mermaids dwell,
could be legends of which they tell.
One might even find where Atlantis lies;
of its existence or demise.
 
Down under the sea where mermaids dwell 
can come many a haunting tale;
whether fact or fiction, who can be sure,
they're still enough to make the heart stir.


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