21st Century Love . . . Andy & Aria's [Scene III.]
Beginning: https://allpoetry.com/poem/13440684-21st-Century-Love-.-.-.--Andy---Arias-Story-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
Scene III.
Narrator: As a seasoned officer retreats towards hall's end,
this blood curling howl as a wounded wolverine
did his stalwart spine bend.
Hesitating a moment more to fully comprehend,
if needed more backup his safety to defend.
But Andy sat rocking his cot at rapid pace. As if he had entered some secret quick race. Yet, any who could observe great distress in his face knew better than enter. Just leave him his space.
For Andy had dropped Aria's letter
to his cell's cement floor
when suddenly backing away from his prison's iron door.
His trembling encountered
would leave his pride sore
if not for her message she him did implore:
I love you, dear Andy. Indeed still I do.
Although, if receiving this letter
our deaths did ensue.
But, please forgive yourself quickly in time.
For reasons you have to live--God's love so divine...
This angered Andy more than his actions ever could.
For mentioning a Creator, Aria never should.
Andy: Her newfound belief is what started a rift!
Now even in death her strong faith does persist!
Narrator:
Andy leaps from his corner like a tiger in attack! Grabs hold of her letter as if to sling it into a cavern or crack. Then suddenly his arms go limp. His back too in sorrow goes slack
as sobbing does grip him.
Drops him dead in his tracks.
For a vision does freeze him.
Aria arrives on the scene.
His arm reaches for her;
between bars he squeezes to lean.
He sees her in agony
after hearing her scream.
She rocking quickly on their carpeted studio floor. While he stands belligerent before her, this one he adores. Though, at the moment, his eyes blood red and his actions:
To demean.
She pleads him to recede if not leaving slick liquor alone.
But he was the master of his expensive home.
He lifted his hand to give her another quick whack. But she scurried out of reach. Snatched up her leather bag. Then fled from the kitchen into the black darkness
too hurt to look back.
Andy: Oh, Aria! I'm sorry. Forgive me! Please do.
Come back to me lovely! I'm lost without you...
Narrator: His words trailing away, for a doctor had entered the cell. Gave Andy a shot to him swiftly subdue.
Scene III.
Narrator: As a seasoned officer retreats towards hall's end,
this blood curling howl as a wounded wolverine
did his stalwart spine bend.
Hesitating a moment more to fully comprehend,
if needed more backup his safety to defend.
But Andy sat rocking his cot at rapid pace. As if he had entered some secret quick race. Yet, any who could observe great distress in his face knew better than enter. Just leave him his space.
For Andy had dropped Aria's letter
to his cell's cement floor
when suddenly backing away from his prison's iron door.
His trembling encountered
would leave his pride sore
if not for her message she him did implore:
I love you, dear Andy. Indeed still I do.
Although, if receiving this letter
our deaths did ensue.
But, please forgive yourself quickly in time.
For reasons you have to live--God's love so divine...
This angered Andy more than his actions ever could.
For mentioning a Creator, Aria never should.
Andy: Her newfound belief is what started a rift!
Now even in death her strong faith does persist!
Narrator:
Andy leaps from his corner like a tiger in attack! Grabs hold of her letter as if to sling it into a cavern or crack. Then suddenly his arms go limp. His back too in sorrow goes slack
as sobbing does grip him.
Drops him dead in his tracks.
For a vision does freeze him.
Aria arrives on the scene.
His arm reaches for her;
between bars he squeezes to lean.
He sees her in agony
after hearing her scream.
She rocking quickly on their carpeted studio floor. While he stands belligerent before her, this one he adores. Though, at the moment, his eyes blood red and his actions:
To demean.
She pleads him to recede if not leaving slick liquor alone.
But he was the master of his expensive home.
He lifted his hand to give her another quick whack. But she scurried out of reach. Snatched up her leather bag. Then fled from the kitchen into the black darkness
too hurt to look back.
Andy: Oh, Aria! I'm sorry. Forgive me! Please do.
Come back to me lovely! I'm lost without you...
Narrator: His words trailing away, for a doctor had entered the cell. Gave Andy a shot to him swiftly subdue.
Jesus told his disciples: “By your endurance you will preserve your lives.” (Luke 21:19) Nothing that any human can do will cause us permanent harm. Nobody can take away our precious friendship with God unless we allow that to happen. (Rom. 8:38, 39) Even the death of Jehovah’s servants does not score a victory for Satan, for Jehovah will see to it that they are resurrected! (John 5:28, 29) On the other hand, Satan’s prospects are bleak indeed. After the destruction of his ungodly system, Satan will be abyssed for 1,000 years. (Rev. 20:1-3) At the end of Jesus’ Thousand Year Reign, Satan will be “released from his prison” for a short time to make a final attempt to mislead perfect mankind. After that, the Devil will be destroyed. (Rev. 20:7-10) Satan faces certain doom, but that is not true of you! Take your stand against Satan, firm in the faith. You can fight Satan and win!
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