As it Was in the Beginning (1/2)


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

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---And this is the time when you send me back

Back over the junkyard, across the track

And under abandoned warehouses, to where

You first found me, filthy, undressed, in despair.

You pitied the derelict, gave me a home

You gave me a yard and said never to roam

You taught me your methods, perfected my skill

I learned how to sabotage, learned how to kill

I wheedled and spied for you, Master my dear

When dark work was called for, I toiled without fear

I was your assistant, apprentice; in time

I copied your eloquence, meter and rhyme.

And, Master and Partner, you knew I adored

All your kindness and charms, and your ill-gotten hoard.

You believed that I trusted, thought I never would tell

How you used up my innocence; left just a shell.

But that shell, once abandoned, I filled once again

I was stealthy and smiling; my ledger and pen

I maintained to perfection, and found means of my own

To gain things that I needed. You never were shown


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