The Finale

What tragedy lies

'round the corner...

Decked in black just

Like a mourner?...

...One of us will

Graze the blade...

One of us is

Drawn that way...

The concert's score

Is at it's spike...

...Outside a drifter

Rubs his knife...

The world contracts,

Our life in awe!...

...The killer quells

Crooning macaw...

What tragedy lies

'round the corner...

Decked in black just

Like a mourner?...

...Staircase leads us

'round the bend...

As those it's hoisted

Soon descend...

All that's sure is

I won't answer...

...Leave me out of

Your witch hunt.

All that's sure is

Never offered...

Death or truth backs

Your next stunt.

What tragedy lies

'round the corner...

Decked in black just

Like a mourner?...

...One of us will

Graze the blade...

One of us is

Drawn that way...(x2)

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2017

Bunny Villaire