The QUEST.
He wandered down life's craggy pathSo burdened by his youth.
He looked to find the right way through,
Not necessarily the truth.
Ahead the junction. Left or right?
But standing in the road.
A Demon kindly offered."Boy,
Can I help share your load?"
They set off down a slippery slope
Where most would fear to stray.
The Demon met the Piper
Told the boy,"This guys O.K."
The Piper gave him something
To bring the boy out of his shell.
A needle's prick, was all it took
To condemn the boy to hell.
Out of his nut, he floated round
The air without a care.
But climbing back into his nut
The Piper would be there.
Night on night, he took this trip.
Soon night crept into day.
And every time the boy came back,
The Piper wanted pay.
The boy one day had had enough.
With nothing left to give.
He smashed the Demon in the face,
And took the will to live.
He ran through fields of razor blades,
The flesh torn from his feet.
His skin was flayed,down to the bone,
Whilst crows pecked at the meat.
He crawled through rotting corpses,
Of the friends he'd met before.
Who queued in stinking lines
Awaiting entry to Deaths door.
The Piper chased him all the way.
But eventually lost compunction.
The boy went on and found his way
Back to the 'Left, Right' junction.
The Piper sometimes visits now,
Ask's "Is everything alright ?"
"Would you like a little something
Perhaps to help you through the night?"
The boy, now man, politely says,
"FUCK OFF" because you see.
On looking back, upon his quest'
That stupid boy was me !
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-11-19 at 09:41
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