The Rhyme of the Ancient Enemy

A heart so heartless heaving down
All of the blisters you have found
I asked the man from swollen tides
If he would show me other sides
And with a chuckle he gave in
And showed me all his charms again
I woke in darkness feeling cold
From all the stories that he told
A heart so heartless heaving down
A broken life and tarnished crown

Your rhyme is base in all its form
At least you tried to keep me warm
And as we calm before the storm
I hope you’re listening

Dear God I hear his poetry
It echoes black inside of me
He stands on every darkened street
Where past and future choices meet
The crier screaming in the air
A rhyme so wrong and in despair
I pray that he might go away
Before in me he starts to play

Your rhyme is base in all its form
At least you tried to keep me warm
And as we calm before the storm
I hope you’re listening

His words foretell of a shipwreck
An albatross about my neck
But softly now I hear him say
That everything will be okay
“Oh yes you will be fast destroyed
By this my rhyme that I’ve employed
But what a time we both shall gain
The only cost eternal pain”

Your rhyme is base in all its form
At least you tried to keep me warm
And as we calm before the storm
I hope you’re listening

 ~j.d. schofield

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