The Ballad of Angelou
Jenni Paulsen
As the good Lord looks down below
From his great throne above
He sees those things men seek to hide,
For God's the lasting judge.
The Lord sees what men do for love
And what they do for hate,
He sees the acts of quick revenge
For what time cannot abate.
Twas one of these very vengeful acts
The Lord gave witness to,
It happened in a shoreside town
By a man named Angelou.
Angelou was a man of steel
And not afraid of blood.
If any man could kill with a sword
Angelou surely could.
Now Angelou had a mistress,
Her face was rosy and fair.
The ocean did dwell in her eyes.
Sunlight lived in her hair.
Helen owned the men of the town,
Her face could launch a thousand ships.
Men could die for a touch of her hand.
Kill for a kiss from her lips.
Twas one such man who came one night
And challenged Angelou.
He shouted HER name, drew his sword,
And charged at Angelou.
The man of steel stepped nimbly aside
As any gentleman would.
For if any man could kill with a sword.
Angelou surely could.
The jealous man would not be swayed
He'd come this night for blood.
He thrust his sword at Angelou,
Passion made him bold.
His eyes were dark, his temper flared.
Angelou drew his blade.
The two men fought defiantly
Till the other began to fade.
A twist of the wrist, a slice of the sword,
Angelou took the lead
And soon sweet victory was his,
The other man was dead.
Angelou bent and wiped his blade
To rid it of the blood,
For if any man need kill with a sword
Angelou surely would.
Then he rose to collect his prize
When sounds were heard in the street.
One last kiss to his Helen of Troy
And Angelou took to his feet.
Helen wept as Angelou fled,
His form swallowed by night,
Behind her shining eyes she knew
He'd forever be dodging the light.
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