On and island somewhere there long sat a man
with a smile on his face and drink in his hand
With skin made of ivory, and hair set ablaze
he sat on his island and stared through the waves
He laughed and murmured and occasionally cried
as he walked with them all as they waded through life
And slowly they joined him, to sit on his beach,
To laugh and to love as waves broke at their feet
When the last one had joined them and all tears were shed,
He got to his feet and joyously said,
I've been with you always, I've watched through the years.
I'm proud of you all but at long last you're here,
But where are my manners, you've all come so far,
So ladies and gentlemen, please join me at the bar.

And the ironic part is that i knew from the start,
that the whole thing was futile, yet i still played my part.

you wiggle and hissed, and lets be quite blunt,
when the hand set you down, you set out to hunt.

well you two faced *****, i'll tell you it straight,
your stuffed fulled of malice, and topped off with hate.

as for that dumb hand, i now see it as true,
that the hand that once fed me, is a ******* snake too.

Way up in the hills one night,
Inside the forests grasp,
I saw a small recording light,
And heard a sleeping rasp.
A ways a way I saw it then,
What I wasn't meant to see,
A tiny little forest tent,
And a camera in a tree.
He must be so afraid I thought
To sleep so far from home,
I knew what fear the darkness brought,
When suffered all alone.
I stayed with him til morning light,
To see that he was safe,
I chose a gift I thought was right,
And left it in my place.
He was a sturdy somber man,
A sleeping, ***** bloke,
I left him with my last balloon,
To cheer him when he woke.
In a world that breaks and bends,
And makes you feel so small,
Be just like my gift my friend,
And rise above it all.

With eyes full of tears
and defenses disarmed
I found myself crying
in the warmth of your arms
a heart broken and bleeding,
a soul aching and ripped
soon found comfort and solace
in the warmth of your lips.
and in a maze of our of minds,
and a tangle of tongues,
intertwined were our fingers,
as words spilled from our lungs.
it was poetic justice,
for a battle long fought,
as the princess lay captured,
and the captor lay caught.
and i let you be fooled,
though i knew from the start
that as i lay sleeping,
you stole a piece of my heart.

I should have died,
The mother cried,
Please let me take his place!
Take me instead,
She begged and pled,
As tears stram down her face.

To nones surprise,
He did not rise,
From his resting place,
All day she sleeps,
And waking weeps,
An anguished fall from grace.

There was a screech, a crash, a horn,
as blood was spilt and flesh was torn,
there was no air with which to yell,
as soul slipped out and spirit fell.

Down and down the spectre tumbled,
far from life and metal crumpled,
til at last his body hovered,
secrets flayed and thoughts uncovered

The man cried out, his fear was warrant
Here beside the mighty Torrent,
Ages passed as seconds ticked
He'd read the stories, he'd read of Styx.

To the man ole' Charon staggered,
beard unkempt and cheeks a' haggard,
hand outstretched, although he knew,
he would not get the penance due.

"I've got no coin, or cash or credit,
All I have is gold from Reddit."
Charon shook, then said with glee
"Redditors get in for free."

Not a single **** was found,
or given on that day,
but when the earth had circled round,
the ***** came out to play.

It's cool it's cool she used to say,
Don't worry brah it's chill,
but venom dripped with cool disdain
from words she used to ****.

She smashed and crashed and cursed and cried,
All through our house of glass,
And when the dust had settled down,
I tossed her on her ***

And now she wanders, so alone,
and now I'm free to live
You've made your bed, I laugh aloud,
*I've no ***** left to give.