He walks upon the deadened leaves looking for a dragged place Needing fuel to continue the journey lacking motive, spur, and pace For where he heads alone today a task to stay upon the path Recalling memories that quickly fade a remnant of all ages wrath.
Like a fledgling in the morning who steps upon the dew The old-timer stops and views it In the blondish amber hue He watches as it canters through fields of wheat and grass Unable to find some solace A grimace at this pass Where will nature take it the babe he looks upon He fears not for its safety Yet waits until it’s gone.
From beneath the trees that hung so low there was a light a dim, soft glow That came from when the trolls did sit Agitated by human shit They hated fun and sneered at love They wanted tricks fit like a glove to all their nonsense played upon the men and women just about everyone.
Lying close upon her breast He felt the love and peace Together they had come to rest A seasonal release Neither one of them had known Nor had the chance to guess Which of them gave more to love or which had given less.
High above the dusty ground he came alive without a sound. He came to life to hurt the one to whom his soul did wait upon. The bricks and mortar were no gate to keep this raging lover’s hate For he had loved but now he’s dead Coming for some blood to shed.
Betsy was a lady with hair down to her arse she loved her boutique clothing despite it being sparse She walked into a diner to grab a bite to go She didn’t see him staring She didn’t even know Then she left the diner to walk out in the park she didn’t know he followed despite it getting dark When she stopped to ponder the trail that was amiss the man jumped out and grabbed her her lips was where he kissed She thought that she was being hurt by some old kooky nut she knew that she could hit him she knew she’d kick his butt but when she saw his face then under the moon so bright she realized its her lover Her man, her Mister Right!