It was dark it was dread!
It’s a place of death in death;
Hole in hole of wholesome hole
It was a place, full of dole-
Penciled picture past damn hell:
Seemed it vague, which eyes can’t tell
But the history hundred back in tale
The twice ten then nine in hell…
That deep delved deep earthed deep entomb,
Mistake mischief repeat in bomb.
It was hard it was pard,
It’s a place of gun in guard!
For heart-felt laugh of grace to stop
And love in feign to be fist and fought-
For drums of unknown reddish laugh
Came from a certain human cub.
His fangled look was too dreadful to cease
The peace, the peace, to piece in piece.
For unknown arms, he took in arms.
I felt he was a robot in terms….
Who’s on a mission: on to a march,
Rays of sun him less in search.
Strange, that place that him beseem.
The only color of all the prime:
This red! That flowed in drops to drip,
The Sun and Moon seemed together peep.
But light was not, I, that may trace-
He’s on an unknown let out race,
With headless head, to go ahead
And savings were made in forms of dead.
That this instant, that he, that dark, that vague man
Who, had had hand of handful harm,
Turned on thence, an alter swamp;
They had stings of bizarre born.
Tempting through sting, tempered steel
“Do as we say, unless meet your seal!”
Oozed I, fumbling trembling, “… train?”
Searching track out of pain;
To be get lost this…that mint made orb,
“Take me” prayed I, “to the bygone herb.”
But I was paced in, on the track
The damask sting in chasing back.
The dropped thence crimson from that headsman beak!
Made a gory brook in hide and seek!
The water on it as thick to float,
Upon which they walked forth in arms of coat.
And let them smear on dashing water,
Started acting on each other.
And an inch or so bumped my heart!
In depth it shaped, made me hurt!
They laughed, they cackled at a constant pace!
Seemed they captured an irrational race.
But, a thick damn spot of melting blood
Came, too, from a sudden struck on his heart
And he turned to give no backwash to another clan
For his god had left his frame by then.
He’s dead and I prayed
“Oh! God. Oh! God. Why this dread?”
Hand on heart then, pant I, sighed a little,
For life in me just to live a trifle!
A minute or two an hour or so-
It was not a miracle show.
It was just to pray to live
That I may live, if God be kiss.
But the blue sky to pray it’s ’neath,
The red in turn dark in my framing ship.
The pain that scoped me, through body and brain;
A cry of scream I awoke again…
“O god! You great! I live, I live!
Far more better, than in sleep…