2.8.10

THE BOOK OF THREE RINGS POEM 5- The Vilest Lie


THE VILEST LIE

The vilest lie has wormed its wicked way
into the very heart of me and mine,
and nests there breeding poison in my veins.
My high, thick walls and ramparts fell apart
as in the demon stormed and ate me tea.
I do wish we could trap the bloody thing,
confine it in some stinking foetid hole
to meditate upon it’s ruthless crimes.

Will we wait here for redeeming signs?
Some indication of a deeply-felt regret?
I say we let it rot here by the shore!
The waves can wash away it’s many sins!
For it has plagued me with the foulest dream:
That life is just a dream, and nothing more.

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