The Listeners

In the woods, a traveller comes,
A little tune is what he hums.
Trying not to act suspicious on the run from the law,
Lying low, as he bangs on the door.

A house is what he stumbles upon,
The one that he hit at before,
In search of his cousin, Don.
Once again, he taps on the door.

Fleeing from what scares him the most,
Waiting for an answer, from is cousin,
To tell him his adventurous stories and boast,
The ones he tells by the dozen.

Been there before and doing it again,
He's barely injured of hurt at all,
But you can notice the blood stain,
Luckily the wounds on his arm are quite small.

Running around with confusion on his face,
Taking his time and keeping his pace.
He finds his cousin, after all this time,
Arriving back with bunches of thyme.

He runs to his cousin to tell him his story,
About his escape in all it's glory.
Telling his cousin he did it again and he needs a place to hide,
With his victory, and all it's pride.

Opening the door to let him in,
Looking at him with an enormous grin.
He starts to tell the story of his adventure,
As he first climbed the enormous indenture.

Being held up, with only one chance of escape,
His story now was beginning to take shape.
The chance he had, he had run away,
No time at all, not even to pray.

He picked up his knife and made out the scene,
Exactly the way, the situation had been.
Gashes of the knife cutting thin air,
Cutting a manthat was holding him there.

As he held his arm he made his escape,
This was it, he took off his cape.
He climbed the steep, steep cliff,
At the top his legs were quite stiff.

Trying to continue, he runs to Dons house,
Sneakily moving, as quiet as a mouse.
He knocks on the door, calling his name,
To tell his story and get his fame.

Don is surprised to know what went on,
The way it went, it seemed he had won.
He heard a loud banging at the door,
This was it; they had come to make war.

Don told him to hide at the back,
To run aay, as he handed him things including a sack.
He snuck out the back of the house,
Once again, as quiet as a mouse.

He ran away, as fas as he could,
The guardsmen came in.. he knew they would.
Questioning Don if he had seen a man,
While making a sign to the rest of his clan.

Don said no, he had no idea where he was,
This man was of high power; the master of laws.
He and his army searched the place,
But no where to find the man; not a trace.

They led off, as Don was scared,
On the inside, maybe.. but he was prepared.
He shut the door, bidding them goodbye,
As his cousin was gone, he was up in the sky.

Hiding in a tree, high above the ground,
What was up there; what he had found.
The hearing of gun shots, they went back to Dons place,
He looked down and saw the troops face.

He had shot Don, he died right there,
This was not it, the war is not fair.
He climbed down the tree and picked up a gun,
And with an evil grin on his face he spoke "It's time to have some fun".

He hid behing the trees, following the men,
Making a distraction, he shot one, right there, right then.
The others ran to where the shot had been fited; they were armed,
They couldn't find anything, but they were alarmed.

Looking out, the man made another strike,
Taking out another, he fell on a spike.
There were three left trying to find the one shooting,
The three men left were at the dead men looting.

Taking their guns for more ammunition,
As one more fell down, another dead addition.
Two men left standing there,
One was the leader and the other made a prayer.

Another shot down, dead again,
Enduring all ofit; the unstoppable pain.
The 'big guy' was the only one left,
Scared and lost.. in bereft.

The man shot him in the leg,
'I give up! Please stop!' is what he begged.
But the man stopped at nothing, he walked up to him,
He took out his gun with his evil smirky grin.

'You killed Don, for no reason at all,
Now it is your turn, you're going to fall'.
He pulled the trigger, leaving him dead,
One of the bullets went straight through his head.

The man crouched down in tears,
Realising now he has to overcome his fears.
He lost his cousin, who was a great man,
He did whathe did, it's all he can.

They all paid for it with their lives,
He is the one; the one that survives.
He blamed himself for what he had lost,
He'll never forget that it came at a cost.

Drowning in sorrow, he can not forgive,
He just for wished his cousin.. that he could live.
But now it's over, he's lost, he's gone,
No more no, just a sigh and a yawn.

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I did this poem in English as it was apart of the original poem titled 'The Listeners' aswell. It is all my own work but the title was taken and it was a continued story type thing from the original poem.. my own ending that I made.