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Thomas Taylor meets his maker


Author: OCeallaigh
Created: February 02, 2012 at 06:39 pm
Entry Type: Poem, G (All)
Category: Death | General/Other | General/Other
Entry Stats: 4 Stars by 2 users with 2 comments 115 views

Thomas Taylor meets his maker 
Maggie wailed by the body of Thomas Taylor
His blood flowing into the Shenandoah River
With the O’Neal family he had crossed the line
A rifle ball down his throat and out through his spine
Held in reproach and shot dead by John O’Neal
Revenge for his brother’s premature and sad demise
Charles pined away for Maggie inside a deep cup
With a broken heart and a cold lonely bed
They were happy together, but never wed
Reverend Taylor told them they lived in sin
They planned to marry that following spring
But the good reverend had made plans as well
He promised Maggie rewards with a glorious salvation
And damned Charles O’Neal as a heathen bound for hell
John O’Neal was hunting along the New River
While his brother drank himself to death
Eventually hearing this news, John swore a blood oath
He would make the new Mrs. Taylor a widow
The good Reverend Taylor filled her head with lies
While Charles was in Culpeper County getting supplies
He told her Charlie had another woman over the ridge
Moving out of the cabin, she took up with Taylor
In his pockets were heavy with Charlie’s live savings
Moving north near the fast flowing Potomac River
Seemingly far enough away from the O’Neal’s reach
A good sized settlement where he could build a church
With enough people there to hear Taylor preach
Before passing the plate as he prayed for their souls
Sunday mornings he would ring the church bell
Well paid to keep all their souls out of hell
Then came that fateful Sunday in early April, 1763
The Taylors were riding home from church
Just ahead of their coach on horseback, upon a grassy rise
A man with a long rifle, clad in well worn buckskins
“Make peace with your god, a reckoning has come !”
The preacher trembled as he looked up at death
Taking in what he thought was his last breath
Then begged in a whisper for Maggie to lie
“Charlie drank too much and treated me bad”
And the preacher added how Charlie had beat her
Hammer fell, flash in the pan and a thunderous blast
John O’Neal had aimed at Taylor’s lying mouth
“My folks raised no woman beaters”
O’Neal said as Taylor fell out of his coach, by the river
Riding down and dismounting he took Taylor’s gold
Remounting, riding off and leaving Maggie in the cold
Heading northwestward towards the dark Alleghenies

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Comments & Reviews

eliza
February 03, 2012

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An amazing story ..extremmely well written..kept its flow and didn't miss a beat...well penned Eliza Keaitng

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smolderinglove
February 02, 2012

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Really good try
Wow...that really is neat. Good start.

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