One Too Many Times

I learned from those that were driven with rage,
a passion that set me on a larger stage.
Such was the make of life,
a discipline that would endanger my very life.
I knew not what else to do,
for the only work I knew was too secret for you.
They came from miles around to see me fail,
but as they left I gave them a different tale.
I invoked awe for no one knew what was real,
and in the grasp of death I drew out a thrill.
In wonder I had pride in all I had done,
but it would be my end if I had failed just one.
I played the game so many times it was normal to me,
such a casual mindset blinded even me.
It was one mistake on a darkened night,
left my audience in a ghastly fright.
The blade fell without remorse or care,
and that was the beginning of my wife's despair.
I bled as they rushed to help,
but I could only moan in pain like a whelp.
The Doctor, my wife they all rushed to my aide,
but it was there death too me where I laid.
How do you come to know this morbid story I came to tell,
for friend magic in everywhere even in hell.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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