Summary: A poem of Bling mag's thoughts before her final Curtain Call
Warning: Spoilers
My Final Hour
I was once blind from birth and untainted,
for giving me sight Rotti thinks he should be sainted.
But it was my beloved friend Marni that asked,
and my talent, a beautiful voice was unmasked.
Rotti saw his chance and cashed me in,
little did I know his intentions would be my fall into sin.
I must serve him as Geneco's figurehead
and to death so many I have lead.
For their designer organs their life they must pay,
held captive by my voice, I lead them astray.
The Repo Man with his knife calls in their debts,
I helped Rotti ensnare them in Geneco's nets.
I've had it with this bloody masquerade,
leave Rotti's side I must and I am not afraid!
My contract was clear on that fact,
my electro-eyes the Repo Man will subtract.
But my legacy will live on in the godchild I thought was dead,
Shilo, Marni's daughter, but careful she must tread.
A seventeen year old that daddy keeps locked inside,
sickened with the blood disease of which Marni died
She must shed the chain like coil of her genetics,
and remain pure in this world of deadly cosmetics.
My only hope is that she will do all I could have done,
so full of promise and her life has only just begun.
And so I turn to my final curtain call,
at the opera tonight I'll give it my all.
But I won't let them take my eyes and kill me,
I'll do it myself, I'd rather not see and keep my dignity!
I've consigned myself to death and of it I will sing,
I will leave this world and forever chase the morning.
A.N: A poem done as coursework for my Creative Writing, Poetry Module. RnR Please and thank you!
