Betrayal's Harvest

I couldn't believe the word on the streets It ran through every nook and cranny and with urgent feet. The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told. A calculated wanton cruelty unfold. The story began with a father's love, His sacred trust betrayed by greed in ashes thrust. Ailing in the grasp of illness' woe, The father weakened, his spirit brought low. Yet, in his frailty, a serpent crept, -His own blood- a vow broken and secrets kept. The daughter who once was a tender kin, Insidiously wore a mask, concealing sin. Exploiting love for selfish gain, She danced on morals and left them slain. As illness wrapped its cold embrace, She stole from him in a heartless chase. No mercy shown and no love retained, She executed her deeds, a legacy stained. In the court of justice, truth unveiled The daughter's treachery, scales impaled. A jury stern with solemn eyes, Listened to her deceitful cries. Her guilt laid bare, there was no room to hide, A wicked journey she couldn't guide. Punishment awaited, justice sought, For a father's love, so brutally fought. The courtroom hushed until a gavel's sound, Echoed justice, resounding around. The penalty pronounced with a heavy toll, For the daughter's wicked, heartless stroll. She paid the price for her deceit, A sentence served, yes, a bitter feat! The daughter faced her inner strife, In the cold abyss of her own life. Let this be a lesson to those who yearn To heed the bonds that love does earn. For when betrayal's seeds are sown, A bitter harvest shall be known.