Satyr

The air is dense and smells of nitrogen is in it If it wasn’t for great tension the smell would be sweet Towards the north great tower made of metal rather then concrete The vastness of emptiness likes before a great battle this area befit As two great forces fight it out in the sky Supernatural thunder along with fire and brimstone will fly As annihilating each army another will try Back on earth old satyr next to dogs kennel will lie His face is as gruesome as old moat With bodies afloat He has horns and legs of a goat He has shaggy hair and worn out full of holes coat He has rotten teeth and his back is aching For mental illness medicines he is taking He tries to sleep but constantly he is awaking He feels like his veins are set on fire and his patience if fading He not always had looked this bad His visage was not always this sad He did not have horns on his head The cards were not so stacked against him to drive him mad Once he was being of light Whose form would delight He was once as beautiful as he is now ugly sight Unknowing what to do to make things right By one small mistake that to him may belong But it isn’t even certain who was right and who was wrong And from that day it has been long Since he was sentenced to sing unhappy song But maybe he will rise again Like phoenix from ashes to be freeman Or if not he will instill fear like dragon from a den Because having nothing to lose makes one a dangerous man