stickup gone wrong, from the gun's POV. Idea taken from Nas' "I gave you power"

A Song Unsung

I dreamed of being a pistol
Shamefaced in a leather daydream
Wanting to sing, with a sirenís voice
And a gorgonís stare.
I awoke in a room of white
Dark eye staring like Odinís
At maidens fair and frightened
Terrified hearts lay bare.
A finger caressed my heartstrings
The orchestra started, delicious sounds
I muted myself, words halted march in my throat
I refused to entertain the pair.
A louder voice sang free
I fell to the floor, blanketed by stunned rage
Baths of mercurial malice flowed crimson
A mother sheds a tear.

Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 19:10

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