There he lay upon the floor
Illuminated by the light in the door
The cops came in one by one
To match the bullet to the gun
"Ray was good, was never bad
was slow to anger, rarely mad"
Ray's best friend said to the funeral crowd
While all was silent; no existing sound
The police kept on searching, they looked for more clues
But no one could see through the murderer's ruse
But Ray's poor best friend took charge one fateful day
"I'll find him" he said "I'll avenge my friend ray"
He looked for a week, a month, and a year
To die before vengeance was his only fear
He often was seen snooping at night
He finally went mental, couldn't tell the wrong from right
But at last he found the murderer that slay
A man whose heart was good the young man named Ray
Ray's friend flew in no care for his health in the least
His anger was a rage, his rage was a beast
He didn't let off till' the strangers lips kissed the ground in the lot
Did Ray's friend look down to see he had actually been shot
But he didn't die yet, for he was not done
He pulled of the stranger's mask... It was Ray's one only... son |
Submission Name: Ray
