On the Brink
A black screen holds my gaze
The dark emptiness sucks me in
And I wallow in its unfathomable depth.
Jerked back by news pictures of destruction
And the howling of a tortured world
The power cut is over
My screen is alive
There’s a girl at the bar with a look in her eye
That turns men into milksops all furtive and sly.
A suitor stepped forward, his heart in his hand
“You have me bewitched, I await your command”
A withering sneer crept over her face
“Be gone and desist, get out of this place!”
He left with his spirits crushed and forlorn
Regretting the day such a fool could be born.
The mood had turned gloomy, but luckily brief
When a young man approached, a notable thief.
He thought he could steal a kiss with his guile
She heeded his words and then with a smile
Decked him so sweetly, he was floored with one punch
Just a small interruption before she had lunch.
A huddle of hopefuls propelled a fresh swain
With nothing to lose and much beauty to gain.
He carried himself with swagger and charm
Avoiding the reach of her pugilist arm
“What will it take, to find favour with you?
My motives are noble, my character true.”
She considered the speaker and then gave riposte
“The price is too high, you won’t like the cost.”
“There is no price too high, my bounty is huge
No more delay, no more subterfuge.
Ask, it is yours without terms or condition
Careless of danger or risk of perdition”.
Thus was decided his terrible fate
And all for the chance of a beautiful mate
He didn’t protest or try to retract
The bargain was struck and that was a fact
So he plucked out his eyeballs and cut out his tongue
He would be silent and she would stay young.