Britton
Ah, Britton, Britton! Sweet name once on my tongue,
Now turned to poison, tale of sorrow sung.
A whirlwind romance, swift as summer storm,
Leaving destruction in its fleeting form.
Met through a friend, with seeming honest face,
A touch of kindness, just a fleeting grace.
But 'twas a game, a hunter's clever ploy,
To snare the heart, then cast it as a toy.
In those first days, a sweetly woven spell,
Attention feigned, oh, he played it well.
But once the deed was done, the conquest made,
The mask did slip, and tender charade fade.
For Britton wore the badge, a man of night,
Where shadows dwell, and goodness hides from sight.
In Philadelphia's depths, where darkness breeds,
A killer's touch concealed beneath fair deeds.
He spoke of death, a tale most darkly spun,
The tears were false, responsibility shunned.
Like Baldwin's bullet, aimed with careless hand,
A soul was taken, on his heart the brand.
And thus, my love turned cold, a ghostly blight,
No ending granted, fading from my sight.
Yet still his poison courses through my veins,
A lingering curse, where sorrow yet remains.
But times they turn, and vengeance takes new form,
No wicked deed shall weather Heaven's storm.
Though now I curse, forgiveness finds its way,
And Britton's soul shall face a reckoning day.
Servant to God, and servant too to me,
He'll pay the debt of love owed endlessly.
His hardened heart, by grace it shall be broke,
The world shall witness as his true self woke.
The demons exorcised, a spirit clean,
Through sacrifice and pain, redemption seen.
And in his fall, a mighty force shall rise,
Law's corrupt heart exposed to vengeful eyes.
So fear not, Britton, when our paths entwine,
Your darkest hour shall mark a rise divine.
Philadelphia's badge, stained with guilt and sin,
Through you, through love, a better world shall begin.
