Ballad
There’s something creeping within the dark
It fears to face the day
Within its mind glow half formed jewels
Their presence lucky, come whatever may
Its face between a spray of leaves,
Entwines unwinds- for there within in the hallowed
Eyes stare forth in multitude
Those who try to hold its stare are found lost and callowed
He spits the acrid breath-teen angst scorned
Will fester and build into a vast
Towering concept of high school hopelessness
The general depression of a generation lost
The beast crawls and creeps, its eyes
Flashing in a light. The shattered and scattered
Remnants of our past
Glow within its belly, the spirit of man
The serpent crawls and slides within
The high bush grass, content to hide
We continue to follow the travels
Of some great psycopomp a little mountain tribe.
The beast turns left then right,
Confusing those who follow.
There would be little doubt where the worm would end
The titanic death of a great thing brings me to some sorrow
I think the rhyme is done quite well
The meter really sucks
So just decide on how to drink and dress
and stand and act. Fuck