Speakeasy 2020

INSANITY The night was cold and dark, and to the roaring abhorring storm I hark.

I was watching the city, it was busy yet eerie and I saw them all, from the rich to the poor.

And I thought to myself — now you have it all, you have it all from your deadly cabal!

You have caused your enemy’s downfall, just like you told the people, like you swore.

Yet — I wonder would she show deplore, would she have opposed the oath I swore?

Would she have favored this unbearable postwar?

I lay on my plush, velvet bed, as I felt the pain in my heart, the ache in my head.

I thought of her strong vigour, her bright emerald eyes; she had shook me to my core.

Since she had taken her last bitter breath I have only wished for the sweet release of death.

Ah, those blissful days of Euphrosyne like yore, and all my love she did bore.

But the day came when she was upon the floor, and her soul, her body no longer bore.

And the very next dawn we had won this bloody war.

Suddenly there was a haunting sigh, it echoed through the room but no form I descry.

I sat up, my ears could not ignore but there was no sound except a creak of the door.

I stood up and heard the petrifying sigh, then I heard more and my eyes went wide.

“Who’s there?” I asked as the sigh became a voice and in its lore, horrors it did outpour “Show yourself!” I yelled as thunder did roar, my ears listened as the voice did outpour.

Sayeth the voice, “War.” “Am I going crazy?” I asked aloud. I put my head in my hands as my vision went hazy.

The voice, its tone did soar, and my thoughts drifted to our days we laid upon the shore.

“This is nothing but FALSE,” I bellowed. “You are nothing, some made-up voice of a fellow.”

The voice continued and to the city, my eyes did explore and I said, “Her I did adore.”

The voice spoke, cut through my heart like a claymore, and I choked, “Her I did adore.”

Sayeth the voice, “War.” “I was not wrong. I am not at fault. I won this bloody war with one gruesome onslaught.

“I freed this city, and folk went in uproar. I had gutted the king, they wanted an encore.

“I have everything, the city is under my rule; to give this up I would be an idiotic fool.”

The voice talked and of my heart it tore, I spoke, “To the city, I am a god, I am their Thor.”

The voice laughed and talked to me some more, I said, “I am their god, I am their Thor.”

Sayeth the voice, “War.” I laughed as wind shook the window; It shattered. I looked at it and saw my life, tattered.

I remembered — to stay with her, she would implore, said I, “The city to glory I need to restore.”

I walked as blood poured from my feet and sunk into glass, I wanted my fatal handle of 32