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La Portes

The sun is shy
Behind...
Confusions cloud,
Family rides
To the land of the loud,
Along the road a dark figured man
In a black gamblers hat,
Who wears a mask and hides it well.
Carrying his face in a brown leather case,
Daddy's saint behavior mistake
Was to pick him up.
Mother and father can hear my prayers
Through the look of telepathy stares.
Not reluctant in the craziness he shares
A sin eating smile, but eyes that look of cares,
We asked about his heading his reply was nowheres.
Sweet children's laughter,  memories
Moments of pure love light fills the heart of mind
Flashes faster across the sentenced
When they have run out of time.
Black gambler hat unlocks brown leather suitcase
Says don't worry ill be nice, and puts on his real face,
Whispering im not that bad
Right son, daughter, mom, and dad.
I'm to deliver you as blood tax for the road
What an honor dear family that will be bestowed,
Pull the car over here
Give me your fear
Open your eyes to the doors
Be still upon forest floors.

Missing for days
A search party combs secluded wooded highways,
Looking for a trail to put them on the right track
Headlights illuminate a dark figured man who tips his black gambler hat.
Written by etroPaL_noveD
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