A Sworn Enemy
Alone I sit in this haunted cell,
My expression blank but with a story to tell.
For behind this dark, dank, sullen appearance,
Stands a will to live, hidden perseverance.
Many years I have watched, awaiting my chance,
To walk free of this prison and get one final glance
Of the scoundrel, the spy, also known as the rat,
Who caused all this pain, without a second look back.
For his one decision, the choice that he made,
Caused many to die; lives wasted in vain.
So in Peter we had trusted, with secrets, the charm,
But we'd never have guessed he would give his right arm
To the other source, where his true loyalties lay,
Even so, the price was a dear one to pay.
But who ever knew he would betray us all?
For none expected him to answer the call
Of one so vile, so evil, so cruel,
That his acts of hatred have gone far beyond ridicule.
Now my friends are dead; the enemy's free,
Why didn't someone tell me how unfair life could be?
This wasn't the way I had planned it to end,
In living hell, with a sworn enemy, not friend.