Winning

Stepping slowly through the snow,
Sneaking in hte snoring house.
A move.A flight. Crack! Oh, no!
That's it. He's caught. A silent pause.

Eye in eye a burning stare.
Dark shadow and a handsome boy,
they stood and glare, stood and glare,
Like if the father did enjoy.

Anger. Move. Bright blink. That's it.
He'll never repeat that again:
No more drinking, no more weed,
The end forever, no more pain.

Silence. A shadow with a sack
Sneaked out quietly to the car.
A night ride and no looking back.
Where? To the mountains, fast and far.

In a  house faraway
A fire dancing in the night.
It wasn't wood there's no way
For wood to stink and burn so bright.

Then he was home ans she was there,
And all she said: "Hi, how are you?"
"Having a great day, Sara..."
"That's nice to hear if it's true...

You're strong as Schwartseneger,
And clever as Enstein or more,
Romantic as Zorro, sher,
Rich as Dagobert, and kind...or...

What's that? A blood? What'd you do?"
"Oh, 'ts just a dog, it's old and fat...
Nothing, babe, that's true!
It's hard to tell, please, don't be mad!"

he couldn't think of an excuse...
"Dog dropped your vase and hurt itself..."
"The dog's fine!"-He was confused...
A vase, a dog,a wife, a shelf...

And he confessed, and then he left.
She has never seen him again.
That place, the secret that it kept,
a cuicide of an insane.

Stepping slowly through the snow,
Sneaking in hte snoring house...
It's forgotten long ago,
Two ghosts still winning silent pause.

P.S. Sorry for my errors...