Deal With Death

Hello everyone, I realised I haven’t been posting for a while and I truly am sorry. As it turns out, 9th Grade is as hard, if not harder, than all its preconceptions.
So, consider this poem as an apology and a reminder that I still exist and I haven’t forgotten my WordPress password (again!)

Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Deal With Death I

The cards already on the table,
The wind blowing in from the gables,
You’re holding and I’m folding,
Oh, why can’t I have the perfect ending?

I don’t want to play these games,
But it doesn’t change the fact I am, all the same,
I throw my Kings down, right next to your Ace,
It seems you will always be first in the Race,

And you smile and hold out your hand,
We’ve done this before, just a routine in this land,
The soft clicks of gold and silver and brass,
And then you laugh your wicked laugh and all does amass,

And the setting’s changed, not all’s the same now,
You’ve got a wicked black crown now, but I’m not going to bow,
The wind blows my hair, and I feel like a fairy tale gone wrong,
You’re still the villain but I was never the princess of the song,

And the relentless, wretched wind blows your black cloak away,
As the curtains unclose, I stifle a scream as I don’t know what to say,
It all makes sense now as the pieces slowly fall into place,
The voice, The ghosts, The memories, The body and The Broken Mace,

The golden chain, the last hour, and the deal we made,
As the horrifying reality makes haste and nestles in, bed unmade,
I am a survivor, a cardsharp – but it was no match for the sword-sheath,
I was made a fool, but I must reconcile – because I made the deal with death.

PART 2 Coming Soon…