Falling Out

The Immortal recovered,
Surprising us all.
We were sure it would be
His last great fall.

But we were all wrong,
It wasn’t a first
For him to get up,
For him to endure.

And all was the same
As it had been before.
I was sure that the coma
Would rock deep his core.

Again I was wrong-
It hadn’t fazed him at all.
I was shocked;
I was appalled.

But our grounds were different,
Not at all as before:
Loyalties shattered;
We were both sore.

See, we sat opposite
In front of the Court.
He was my friend,
But my duty I’d not abort.

I, the prosecutor,
He, his own defense,
Sat across from me
Along with his fence.

Drugs bred crime;
Crime caught them both.
Mischief and the Immortal
Had sworn under oath.

The trial lasted
Only four days.
And all I remember
Is a brief haze.

Luckily enough,
They cooperated,
Though I knew ’twas I
Whom they both hated.

I worked my magic,
Got the girl off the hook,
But at the Immortal,
The judge threw the book.

He faced forty years
For repeat offence.
There was naught he could do
In his defense.

He didn’t hold a grudge,
But I knew we were done.
After years of friendship,
We had had a good run.

He didn’t serve a day
Of his forty year sentence
Because an assassin
Made known his presence.

They had been bitter rivals,
Enemies in crime.
He died on the spot;
He stopped on a dime.

I shot the man back,
Consumed with guilt and doubt.
It was my final reparation
For our great falling out.