he rode rough shod
over everything
that stood in his way
unless it was petticoated
and then he would come'
to a screeching haltsoften to pink
wanting to please
and he did
he was good at it
time and time again
ruling the roost
lord of the rings
weaved webs of charm
but it was never enough
there was always that void
an empty echo chamber
unabled to be filled
he knew what he needed
but the niggling devil
fired up his insecurities
convincing him that his rattling
hollow heart was something
HE would prefer as a sacrifice
as if....
so a sign was sent
that he could not ignore
and as he rode around it
examining it with some delight
his heart began to fill and he forgot
the beat and rattle of bad maracca dreams
that had plagued him
he frolicked with scorpions in the desert dust
until the serpent whispered rattles in his ear
striking fear and doubt into him again
sowing the black stained seeds of death
the cross presented itself on the road
he ( not HE) was faced with a choice.
the path could only be chosen by him
HE had his fingers crossed thinking
don't get this wrong again tonto
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