Is this heaven or hell?
From under the words become a spell.
A moment so dear you must retell.
Or is it that you flew so high right before you fell.
In the moment, that you’ve grown from it.
If only while running the race as the memories of yourself,
you now displace.
Serving love instead of hate and such a hot meal of revenge you serve from this gilded chalice and upon a silver plate.
Always right on time, never late, as you turn on a dime and let the negative memories abate.
You did not choose, win or lose, awake or snooze,
to drink champagne instead of booze.
Instead to rise and not fall for their clever rouse.
You’re left standing tall and your number they did call,
as they lit the match, the ticking time bomb you did diffuse.
No matter what the plan so they did hatch it was through the gate you escaped as they forgot to latch, skating on the ice floating in the ocean.
It was these rhymes, set into motion,
your steely resolve saved you from implosion.
For all that did transpire, you didn’t fall upon their tripwire, you did you sweat and perspire, up into the sky rose your spire.
What comes next, to your heart’s desire is what burns their hands as they tried to hold you to the fire,
Ring the bell, the mischief you will quell,
Of mayhem you will foretell,
Crestfallen up and down your schooner’s main sail,
Knowing of this test you will prevail,
Against their rally you must rail,
Against the grain, you are the holy grail,
A whiter shade beyond the pale,
A winter’s wind comes at a gale,
Not to be your coffin but theirs as you drive that final nail,
a bridge you cross, carefree you toss, caution that once was lost.

Sharpen your spike, place their head on this pike, pour yourself this wine, for your love is divine, retrieved from the trash bin, dusting yourself off, you now know you will win.

Your truth, your way, it is not a sin, just another step to look forward and begin.