Magumbo
O' so you are lost?
alone, frail, and tossed?
I see you there
threaded and bare
yet you walk along my twisty road
Are you not afraid lost boy?
Are you mad with the fever?
Know you not that this leads down to the River?
The river, the river of tears from lost little boys
where they float along, dead as dead little toys?
You are lost little child
alone among my skeletal wild
the wood and the snakes
the fears and aches
and you, just a lost boy, know nothing
O' yes, I see
you have no fear of me
But I am Death
I eat your breath
do you not fear me?
"No. I am lost alone.
But you lay no claim to my flesh and bone.
For I am not just a little boy?"
O' you are not?
then what are you, lost little boy.
Alone in my wood
in bed you be you should
"I am not at the end of my rope.
My name is Hope."
Ah. then you are not mine.
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