The Chief InspirerA Poem by Riordan McNewThe Soul Gets Higher
We were there from the start,
Entwined within thine soul To remind you where to go. The midnight rider the Soul Survivor The chief inspirer Everlasting Highness on this zombified island Clockwork Wizards ensure a certified good time We forgot how to play because we now have no work. Learned unlike those jerks, formerly our masters We don't plan our student's classes It's unnecessary to program the masses When we awoke, the tower went down right away. Could they have known the power had grown? Once the host found out what it was really all about, The parasitic ghost, older than our home, It rode here on a celestial stone Way back when wisemen roamed. They fooled us once and look how long It took for us to regain Our throne. Osiris used to rule so well, Saith man, 'Go to Hell!, One wish before your mission you embark, Take these foul monsters back to the dark.' Foolish we'd been, 'twas permanent home, Now nothing matters, Our King:Most Unknown. © 2012 Riordan McNew |
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Added on March 19, 2012 Last Updated on March 19, 2012 |