At the top I stood As successful as a man ever could. The world I was leading The Champaign corks were popping. I had all the money And my suit was Armani. I felt as if I was in my life's morning, And then without a single warning; Now I don't remember, Much about what happened after. But I remember the sound That I heard all around. It sounded like a shot. But I thought, "It could not" I felt as if I was falling I caught a glimpse of something spilling. "Help, Help. He's shot! We need a doctor." "You'll make it. You're Tom McHactor." Someone said. But I knew my grave was made. And that is all I remember. From that night in December. But I do remember Events that occurred soon after. But those memories Are whole other stories. So I leave you this; The serpent will always hiss. For the weakest will always fall, And in the end so will the strongest.