January 2026

Renee Nicole Good lived her life,
Helping others with a twinkle in her eye,
Alex Pretti’s job was healing others,
He lived with joy, never asking why.

On orders from a vile and evil man,
Both were cut down in their prime,
Victims of a foul and reeking piece,
Of orange-haired and porcine slime.

A ghost of a man who would be king,
And claims to help people galore,
But threatens if they don’t submit,
He will help them even more.

But all is not lost for now I see.

From misty and frozen streets,
Two soft and gentle spirits rise,
Wafting higher and higher,
To peaceful and eternal skies.
Ray Potts
Mt. Iron