"inded" poems
near gardens tall and winding,
whilst i savoured aphotic tea.
appeared that harrowing boy,
stygian herald bringing destiny.
inside, aside! i cried, i cried,
but none there heard my call.
my path was laid out, though four-fold
it was, before i fell the fall
then awakened from my forty-winks,
to a realm so alien and queer.
and O! the p-pain of my forearm,
known only by my good man Lear.
understand, under i stood!
beneath the sky of a shadow land.
brobdingnag could not compare,
nor calormen in the sand.
time and a time and a time again,
i periled through this epic place.
met mighty men and kings of old,
and stuck leviathan in 'er face!
o weary soul, tired tired tis true.
yet to the end did i hold fast.
til i'd learn't that humble shall be first,
and the first shall inded be last.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC