The Piper

A poem of mistakes, and life. Destiny.

A melodious tune

A Pipers flute

An Unmarked grave

A nameless piper sits upon

A melodious tune

 

Name engraved upon birth

A song begins

A song of damning salvation

An ordered song of relentless abandon

 

A piper watches

playing your tune

Watching what you do

If you go against

He misses a note

 

A fluid flow of a musical stream

A missed note stagnates

Piper just smiling

playing his flute

sitting atop the grave

 

The piper is the key to your salvation

But in the end he will be your executioner

 

A melodious tune

A Pipers flute

A marked  grave

A nameless piper sits upon

A melodious tune

 

The piper sitting playing your song

A rhythm played to the metronome of the soul

Smiling while you suffer

Smiling while you prosper

 

always watching and playing your song

from under his wide-brimmed hat

 

A melodious tune

A Pipers flute

A marked grave

A nameless piper sits upon

A melodious tune

 

He plays at your funeral, sitting on your grave, till your done and gone.

The he hops away to play an-others tune

Author's Note

There is no flow to this, the way i see it, it symbolizes the mistakes one makes, it flows in parts then suddenly breaks off. Its intentional.