On dusty roads he meets
a fearsome beast who speaks
in circles and rhymes and beats
"But Is man not the solution to the
problems he seeks?"
Now he's the hero with a throne to claim
Beside the wayside where his father is slain
And upon them the truth heavy was lain
He discovers his lady mother's neck in a chain
Upon what rocks have thee dashed thy dreams?
To what end do you escape her screams?
Driven the sight from your sore eyes
Hide ye not from the truth with more lies
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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