April 15th, 1865

(poems go here) Glory was in his heart That Derringer did he grasp To history he would impart If only he could change the past Then change this final stage He readied himself, hopeful to never fall prey to Nast He must solve his rage He pulled the key from the sack Released freedom from her cage He went to the back His future full of dread The wife was in black He fired, and there the man bled Fulfilled the truth Lincoln was surely dead He had done the uncouth Half hero, half traitor He, was John Wilkes Booth