A Poet's Death II (Part 2)

They caught me in my lover's abode A sentence of death she was also bestowed I broke the gentlemen's code They took me down the road The Governor's men load me to a ship They beaten me with a whip Took me to the ocean To set their plan in motion They dropped me on the ocean's wave Is this what I get for the path I pave How poetic it is for me to die To survive I didn't even try No more bustling shore No more fair prices on my store No more letter for the friend I adore No more the land of Moore No more trinkets, knickknacks, and items of endless supply No more profits that will sail the sky No more fixing my suit and knoting my tie For this day a poet die My fate has been set No amount of wealth to save me from this depth I smiled to the face of death Today I will take my final breath Your Dear Friend, Jonathan Reese Sinclair