The Valley, Part Two

[cavernousmaw]

Surrounded by mountains and hills
The valley is safe from living eyes
The bumpkins come with their whiskey stills
None dare look for he that dies
Beauty abounds, oddly, in this vent
Contrasting the craggy and uncouth higher terrain
Who knows what God meant
Obfuscating evil with beauty, again.

One day, a man named Sean
Did gaze upon the horrible loveliness
Gazed all night, and at dawn
Decided to purchase its exquisite loneliness
Down and up and floating above
Not too waiting along the stair
Sickly senses, oh it does love
Pondering close the when and where.

more to follow.