Assassin
Form: Glosa
This tyrant may deserve a harsher end
as payment for his crimes, but
in this moment, the assassin
will love him none the less – Byron
Visitations brought by Karma
Are our destiny, our fate
Rewards for our deeds lavished
In the certainty it is what we have earned
It is not death that we have deserved
For we all must meet that demise
What comes after is the recompense
Too late to seek grace when dying, then
The time is up and what has been done is done
And how many will say
This tyrant may deserve a harsher end
Human judgement is mortal
And human punishments die with the judged
For the punished will face their crimes
With the joy of spirit denied by their living
And that is for destiny to decide
When the assassin, Fate, brings the souls
To be judged and found wanting
In death no penance can be made
And the tyrant has nothing to offer
as payment for his crimes, but
he will try screaming from his knees
empty promises as in life
passions and lust dispersed in offerings
but no sacrifice is left to be made
like all other bills it must be paid
not with money, power, or treasures
the eyes of destiny have no room for that
as they look away it is access denied
and Fate seals the deal
in this moment, the assassin
The end of the tyrant is nigh
for nothing will remain of his soul
a soul sold for riches and command
as he stood against sweet destiny’s truth
and he prays her blade will be swift
as Fate looks him up and down
one last time her eyes are cold
her heart drizzled by ice
yet in this moment of his spiritual death she
will love him none the less
©JezzieG2023