The Downfall of Ray Deagle

The begining of the end

starts an epic tale,

of a battle 'tween friends

whose friendships run stale.

Tis not a fight of fists or blade,

but the war of a mans only gift.

Can you picture what natures made?

Born and bred from the holy mist?

A child born in common times,

of a common mother in a common home.

A cry in the dark at the 12 O-clock chime,

an instant bastard at her 12:01 moan.

Left alone without purpose in life,

a newborn babe just sat and cried,

till the good neighbor had come with his knife,

and sliced the bond that had held him tied.

2 decades had passed from that common year,

a common lad in no way regal

was told by the neighbor to come,draw near,

and gave him a name quite common, Ray Deagle.

A quiet boy with nothing to say,

he worked in the fields till his arms ran bare,

toiled and troubled, his mind wouldnt stay,

to the distant lands his eyes would stare.

"Pappa..." he said to that good caring man,

"I must go before I lose my mind,

to see all the sights that a man can stand."

so Ray Deagle packed and left him behind.

Ray traveled to Rome, Paris, and Spain,

then settled down in a town called Berlin.

Where he learned to add, spell his name,

and was content until the war rolled in.

"Deagle, Deagle" the war cried aloud,

a common soldier in a common war.

A common face in a common crowd,

until he met a girl named Lenore.

Poor Raymond D didnt know what hit him,

fortune smiles on the soldiers of battle,

face of a goddess and a body so slim,

his thumping heart like heards of cattle.

Hark the Raven "Nevermore",

when Deagle came to court her.

Then he married his Lenore,

and behold how his mind did stir.

Jealousy hit like a bat outta hell.

He looked left and right for the man,

that was surely making her love for him quell,

and this poor Deagle could not stand.

So his mind went to work,

Thinking aloud, he planned a plot for his poor wife,

he took her one day to where devils lurk,

and there Ray Deagle took her poor life.

Alone once again, poor Deagle was dead,

his heart had left him cold,

his mind just rattled inside his head,

and he wandered until he grew old.

One day on the road to nowhere,

Ray Deagle saw his own face,

he looked at his eyes, they've lost their glare,

and he saw just an empty space.

Once again Ray Deagle moved on,

he left Berlin and traveled south,

to a place that was a common town,

and poor Deagle spent his days in the house.

Bearded now and strangely mute,

it seems his mind had betrayed him,

so the point of his life was now moot,

Ray Deagles mind had gone dim.

It was a battle of wits,

that Deagle couldnt win.

His lifes in the pits,

with no next of kin.

He picked up a knife,

and like years ago,

he cut out his life,

and his eyes slowly closed.

Randall J Galera

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