Due to the positive response to “The Neighbor” last week, I thought that perhaps another mystery type post may be in order. This one I believe, is more of a cliff-hanger than “The Neighbor” and I think you will like it just as much. At least I hope you do.
Have a terrific Tuesday everyone,
WHERE LIES THE BLAME?
Crystal, were the chandeliers,
the silver, in the sideboard, dear.
And in the air, no hint of fear,
ah, but change, did linger near.
For not much distant, far away,
young men plotted, foul play.
Rehearsed, the final time, today,
the plan to take, a bit away.
Twenty rooms, were lit so bright,
to push away, the dark of night.
But, when extinguished, entered fright,
and hell arrived, with all it’s might.
Patience, kept the men at bay,
while inside, the children prayed.
And to mom and dad, goodnight did say,
when a kiss, upon their forehead layed.
Until, the doctor, fast asleep,
with his wife beside, in slumber deep.
Did the men, from hiding creep,
and from tree to roof, with stealth, did leap.
The window of the room ajar,
after children gazed, at evening stars.
Through the scope, both near and far,
sensed no danger, hence, no bar.
So now the men, disguise in place,
masks grotesque, upon their face,
entered, to the childhood place.
And did so, at a quickened pace.
The children first, would be awoke,
thinking all, to be a joke.
Then the masks, great fear evoked,
but, mouths now covered, never spoke.
The children two, boys, twelve and ten,
boys now, nevermore, again,
were bound together, by the men,
and taken swiftly, to the den.
For the den, was where the safe was hid,
and would be opened, when they bid,
if the doctor wished, to spare his kids.
And with the masked men, then be rid.
The mother too, would be ushered there,
and if indeed, the doctor cared,
the safe, he’d open, and leave it bare.
And further anguish, all be spared.
That is the way, the plan was schemed.
But from there, went far abeam.
Beginning with a piercing scream,
and ending then, the villians’ dreams.
The doctor’s wife, as if on cue,
the combination and contents knew,
watched the doctor, reach the two,
and, attention of the intruders, drew.
The scream to them, a great surprise.
The young men turned, averting eyes,
from the doctor, and the prize.
And that would lead, to their demise.
For, in the safe, a hand gun lay,
placed there long before, the day,
the young men were, to pass away.
They had no final words, to say.
The doctor triggered, one, two, three,
the young men, had not chance, to flee,
and their prize, they’d never see.
But, the same from there, none would be.
For the doctor now, cannot hold the knife,
lost his practice, lost his wife,
the children, left now, scarred for life,
awaken, shaking, from the strife.
So much was lost, so little won,
from when he grasped, the hidden gun.
Money saved, but gladness none,
for, one masked man, his eldest son.
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