An Eye For An Eye ~ The Ballad of Old Charlie
An Eye For An Eye
Old Charlie rose at half past two
with a debt to pay, long overdue.
An eye for an eye was how he played,
and the time had come that the debt was paid.
It was a year ago, today, she died...
and his bitter tears had long since dried.
Retribution was, at long last, due...
as old Charlie rose at half past two.
He saw her face in the starry sky
and he heard her voice in the soft wind's sigh...
He felt her touch in his fondest dreams,
but was haunted by her final screams.
They took her life and her virtue too...
washed it down with a pint of brew,
Lit the house with an old barn torch,
Then, laughed and spit on the old wood porch.
Now the day had come for this hell to end...
The justice due time refused to mend.
He had had his fill and the debt was due...
So old Charlie rose at half past two.
He donned his gun in the dead of night.
Knew he would win this, his final fight.
He had played it out a thousand times
to collect his due on the Beachem's crimes.
Gossip had it, brothers, Bart and Dred,
were camped out down by the river bed...
That's where they would now pay in spades
to float face down in the river glades.
Now Charlie did what he aimed to do...
he shot them both, for his aim was true.
Tossed Bart and Dred into the drink,
then, sat down on a log to think...
Tears rolled down old Charlie's face,
as he said a prayer for forgiving grace.
He put the barrel up to his head,
and that's how Charlie left his stead.
Old Charlie'd rose at half past two
with a debt to pay, long overdue.
An eye for an eye was how he played,
but he could not face her till the debt was paid.
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