As I walk along a
midnight prairie,
I come upon the strangest fairy.
I take her hand into my grasp,
Only for beguile to hear what evil laugh.
The ground bellows agape like the Red Sea unto Moses,
I fight thy demon spawn whose handgrips as the thorn of roses.
Tumbling down upon the pit,
I no longer gaze my bearer of grit.
Stop! I come to see myself afoot,
Gazing about a sight I dare not put.
My heart grows faint and shallow,
As I peer outward unto vision of hallow.
Rivers of inferno, skies of stone,
Nevermore I yurn{sp} alone.
From the lake perceive a shape,
A shape by which a man is made.
Eyes brimming with evil uninviting,
Possessing size of true English Tithing,
This creature is the keeper of all who went down fighting.
Without notice the beast projects out flame,
Engulfing my arm with an effortless aim.
Upon my appendage comes the flame,
Looking intently to view a chain!
With struggle and fight to no avail,
I feel the crashing whip of the angry giants tail.
With not the energy to spare,
Flaming chain wraps about with undespair.
To the stone I am bound,
Only to singe by the inferno around.
“Release me sir, please,” pleading unto the creature,
“And I will be that by which all men feature.”
“Nay shall I release ye who hath fell,
“In chamber of flame you must forever quell.”
Jay, Oklahoma