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
Copyright © Ben Burton | Year Posted 2014
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