This is an old poem of mine I thought I'd post for fun. Much respect for Bret Hart and his lineage. No doubt some of the greatest of the industry. The Hitman cannot die. :)
Betrayal/ Hitman's Hurt:
The feeling looms over my head and fills my soul.
The betrayal by my one-time friend has taken a great toll.
The thoughts and feelings that flow in my heart,
The unnerving transformation of Bret "The Hitman" Hart.
Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels took their swing,
Montreal was my last WWE fling.
For years I have suffered in this state,
Never again did I feel that I would be Hitman Great.
Betrayed by my Father, betrayed by my Brother,
Betrayed by my Family, never again to find another.
Hatred and violence swell and rage takes a hold of my body,
People give their opinions, but who are they? Nobody.
The night comes back to me in flashes of white and black.
The night I so painfully remember as the greatest Hart attack.
The screaming and confusion were overwhelming,
The situation has been replayed over again by various retelling.
The thoughts and feelings are my own,
The inner secrets to the world unknown.
The faded images forever go on and on,
Never does this night see the light of dawn.
So few answers and so many lies…
The actual truth forever dies.
The real events behind Montreal and the Screwjob,
The victim the Tyrant and his Underling decided to rob.
My story is long and filled with many things,
But the most controversy and pain, this story brings.
The career of a great wrestler marred by this night.
The end of a relationship that turned out to be anything but right.
This is my story; this is my tale.
This is the emotion long under the veil.
This is the legacy of Bret Hart and Montreal.
This is the aftermath of The Hitman's fall.
-Theblondeknight45, July 22, 2013- This poem was made by imagining the emotions and feelings of Bret Hart after Montreal. He was in no way connected and this work was entirely fan made.
