Shallow grave

I watched John Doe and Ebenezer as they drew cards and they chose sides Who ever chose the joker would be martyred It was Doe became the looser In a game no one could win He was forced to sail away into forever. The spirit of the forest Said she would protect his soul

With a protection spell to keep all evil from him With the raven in the skies above The wolf close at his heal He knew he had to make it to the mountains. Ebenezer watched him Through his trusty crystal ball Sitting on his stool beside the bar He drank a toast to victory Prayed the devil took Doe’s soul Prayed he would never come back to confront him. The shamhain nights were cold and long The snow lay like a blanket Mother nature shivered along with him And then he heard those voices With a cry of “Merry meet” And the fairies gathered ten fold at his feet. They took him to their neat abode

Beneath the willow tree And there they fed him berries red and sweet All gathered from the Earths own sacred forest And as he dined by candlelight the truth of it hit him Mother nature is a thing that should be treasured. He met the elf king Thranduil He hung on his every word Hoping he could benefit from his wisdom Then through the night he journeyed With the elves still in his heart Forever heading to the pagan dawn. From a deep sleep he was woken Ebenezer ruled his dreams He heard his laughter come from deep within He said he knew that Doe would falter Because no mortal had the strength He claimed we were all weak and we lacked courage. And then Doe felt such evil Tightening in his head like twine He felt the blood that moves the body running cold And the long lost spirits of all-evil passed away Who were ever present Tried to halt his progress. He traded teardrops with Methuselah A shotgun by his side Serenaded by the holy spirits He had a pain inside his chest Like a lowly shallow grave But death to him was not even an option. Beelzebub was watching him Like a child far away Playing in the house of fallen angels He met the girl who gave her heart Joan of arc herself She begged him “Never give up on your heart to no one.” “Life is such a bitch” she cried And then the Devil took her tongue And left her all alone in fire damnation The bells of doom were tolling When her body fell to ground Doe almost tore his eyes out at the sorrow. Ebenezer laughed at him Until he thought that he was dead The Devil woke the beast that lay within him It had been laying dormant there forever and a year

like a phoenix now it rose out of his ashes. And then at Imbolc flowers bloomed And ice began to melt But nothing bloomed from deep within Does heart It’s dark and vast and tainted To his destiny he trudged Onwards now to find some resolution. His journey is insidious He feels he’s getting nowhere He wished He’d been the one to win that card game If he’d beaten Ebenezer He’d be home beside his love Instead of trapped here in these ever turning pages. He dined on fruit of bergamot And sleet with laudanum The mighty stag stands proud deep in the forest And swimming in the stream A shoal of silver fishes Oblivious to life upon the surface. A mermaid they call Trina A wedding she has planned Doe watch her the looking glass A wall of falling sand She came out to greet him Placing four-leaf clover in his hand. The deck of cards lay idle now The chairs are all uneven No ale flows, no tails to be told Though the prophets had foreseen it Spread the word across the lands Still the people perished in their millions. In bondage at the hell mouth All the mortal martyrs stand Blindfold and in chains that keep them hostage To a heart without a reason To a soul without a route No destiny, no faith or moral standing. Through downward spirals still Doe plummets He can feel the fires burning His life begins to flash before his eyes As Ebenezer sniggers He sees the faces of his past And now He knows that he has failed and he has faltered. “I’m falling, falling” now Doe cries His place in Hell is waiting Beelzebub has set a place for him All his plans in ruins Down into the pits he goes This mortal man has thrown it all away. Methuselah returned Doe’s tears But he had no use for them For weeping it had spread throughout the lands Now all broken, brittle, barren Mother Earth cries “Why oh why?” As she feels the hurt from all of the nations. And the Devil looks upon the world This Hell that we created Out of greed and out of hate and out of malice He surveys in all his glory What a mighty hand he dealt Such a powerful demeanour that he carries. The mirror cracks with faces People blistered and burnt By the fires of occultists taking orders With the scars and scabs we gain from life So brittle and unscarred The dying time is here now don’t doubt it. The gothic towers crumble Doom mongers rejoice So many with the poisoned wagging tongues Words to break a thousand hearts Through it all a grin so sour Ebenezer proud in his house of cards.  Doe still recalled in days gone by When sunlight shone upon us The birdsong and the smell of many roses In the garden of the children In the play ground of the youth Now the child in the papoose he does pity. In the morgue cadavers many Lifeless, limbless corpses lay And Doe this simple man looks around him In the hell we call belonging In this flaming damning hole He despises this martyrdom thrust upon him. Said Ebenezer “worship me and come sit at my table” But there is no way that Doe could ever do it He accepts his fate And crawls into the pits of hell The slugs and snails consume him Now he fertilized the earth that once sustained him. He cried seventeen teardrops As they laid him out to rest His body filled with pain his mind with sorrow And in the ground they buried him With not even a prayer And now he suffers Hells eternal fires