The Coward

The Coward

1.
Many times I’ve meant to speak with you
But every time I started on my quest
My heart rolled in my chest
And my tongue couldn’t vest
The will to even speak.

2.
Up arose my saintly self
Saying no to this and not to that
And stating that any action used
Must be with kindness fused
Be noble!
Be humbled strong!
Be gentle with compassion,
For that is Carol’s fashion
And while the Saint maintained the moral fabric
The beast lashed out in fits of havoc.

Dreams of Carol I.

1.
My howling beast was ready to go wild
Preparing to ravage you in vision’s form
When arose my saintly self with a scorn;

Yield!
Desire does defile!

Back down in deep regret
The Beast sank in a heaving breath
To await my saintly death
Saying;

Hesitation in the end,
Will make you repent.

2.
Howls to my Saintly Self the Beast;

Give in to the vibrant loin!
I foresee your weakness upon itself increasing
Why waste your time in pointless play
When the time to act does decay

“Wretch! It is your truth that grinds me!
Nevertheless, you she shall not see”

Ha! Never then you shall she see!

“Extrapolate, filth!”

Action is confined to courage
For which you have none!
Only through the Beast
Can you stand or fall
Only through the Beast
Can you have the gut to talk at all!

3.
Thus spoke the Saint to Carol
Saying sweet sugary that and this
The words oozed out His lips
But Carol stood unimpressed
For the Saint had no zest
And when the Saint had finished out his plea
Carol said everything except;
"You may call to see me."


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