The Passing Of Eli Mackay

It all seemed so easy, the first time they met
He called himself Eli Mackay
A Scot with an accent that's pure Somerset
His opening attempt at a lie
She wrote many letters, convinced herself
Trees were dying in a wonderful cause
The man had an aura that placed him with ease
Between Jesus and Santa Claus

The blossoms of summer seemed light on the breeze
Whilst Eli was notably shrewd
He offered, one time when he sensed her unease
A something to lighten her mood
And slowly but surely, the atmosphere changed
The weather vane started to shift
She came to believe she was truly deranged
And that's when he cut her adrift

He'd said, in exchange for a reasonable stance
Of course, he would do her a deal
The choice, in effect, was, agree in advance
Or be tied to a Catherine Wheel
You be a nice girl and be good to those guys
He snorted his line of cocaine
Now take it, or leave it and lose your supplies
I won't make the offer again

It thundered and lightened that night as he fell
In rage, with a merciless cry
She gave him his answer, and truth be to tell
He'd picked his own moment to die
The way she remembered, when nothing was left
A pearl-handled pistol appeared
Though some sent condolences, few were bereft
It ended how everyone feared
The judge kept his cards very close to his chest
He'd come across Eli before
The person who'd found herself under arrest
Was surely a prisoner of war
He'd fixed on the photograph set in the frame
And so much had welled up inside
The face was the same, but that wasn't his name
The day that his daughter had died

So the judge took a view, and quite rightly it seems
This case must be handled with care
She'd told how the nightmares and devilish dreams
Had driven her to depths of despair
He closed his eyes slowly, he let out a sigh
And told her, "I think you will find
When it comes to the passing of Eli Mackay
That justice is seen to be blind"