Goodness Versus Goblin

Goodness Versus Goblin © Ben Burton 3-24-2014 Hope will not float On a moat of despair Life really blows When there's no one to care Death makes a mess Without blessing the man Left too bereft To invest in a plan Born from a lore With its mores and creeds Forged by a sword Filled with scorn for the weak He once believed in fairytales Of goodness versus goblin And though he prays for miracles His crippled child is hobblin' Voicing a choice Where the core disappears Destroying the joy To avoid facing fears Playing the saint With a taintless conceit Laid in a grave The last haven for grief If in the end Heaven's secrets unfold Pimps will defend Their contempt for the soul He once believed in fairytales Of goodness versus goblin He pleads and prays for miracles But still his child is hobblin' It speaks before it's gone A whispered, raspy gasp From ancient Hebrew script "In time, this too shall pass" Resounding like a fairytale Of goodness versus goblin His child received that miracle There's joy beneath the sobbing For goodness felled the goblin