+--+

I am told.

I was brought into this world
in a simple tale of boy meets girl,
like the countless who came before,
of an errant fool and common whore.

Bless her boundless warmth
and his chivalrous heart,
for it was in their burning arms
that I was forged bent from the start.

Upon the cosmos of my crib posts,
hung fire horses and steel dragons,
dancing sweet with tissue paper ghosts,
that in time pulled my little red wagon.

I was.

The child who slept in the house of despair,
he who spoke and dreamt in nightmares.

I grew into a martyred man,
a knight of  weighted s.words.
He who never held a mother's hand
with no beacons lit to go towards.

...and so I am beckoned forth,
towards the fires I was forged.

+--+



Beyond the shadow of doubt.

I will be taken from this world,
before my will and words have all unfurled.



I pray.



That I am not judged by my missed graces,
but by the smiles I've brought to dimmed faces.


I know.


Only the tides of time and fate will tell
if I led an valored life, or just as well,
lest I be cast into the pits of hell...




Just not before I pass along my dragon carousel.