THE DEATH OF LONELY JACK OAKTREE the day was quiet in a small town on the rooftops the wind softly sings an old man sat upon his porch with the tales of the past he brings he begins his ill-fated story in the town that witnessed the tradegy the end of a brotherly feud and the death of jack oaktree long ago the wind would tell this tale of a jealous lover for jack oaktree was in love with the wife of his only brother he professed his undying devotion with the soft voice of his pen he was blinded by false laughter the words he wrote would spell the end jack was a lonely soul never having love of his own he believed his brother's wife was the cure from him being alone at first it was just admiration tucked away in his thoughts but when infactuation came true love is what he sought so on one fateful december morn jack challenged his brother to a duel he thought his mind was quick with wit but in his heart he was a fool the wind blew cold on that day tears would blur poor jack's sight his brother stood tall and strong gathering all of his might between them stood ten paces both waiting for the call jack's tears would bring the end with one bullet he would fall on the ground is where he layed fallen to his worst enemy the air grew thick and damp and cold with death of jack oaktree the old man would pause with his thoughts on his tongue he remembered that day well that the tired wind had sung he looked over at the hill where jack was buried that fool always chasing the love of the woman his brother married the old man came before jack's grave knowing the love fool that was he before him rested his only brother he had killed his only brother; the death of lonely jack oaktree...
Reason for writing:
just a story i thought of.. kinda parallels something that
happened to me.. if you look close there's a theme in there..
hope you enjoy..
Birth sign: Aquarius
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