“A Hero Falls”
Once on a hill,
there stood a tree,
falling leaves surround the sky,
as darkness caresses the background.
Stars peep through the misty sky while witches fly free.
Magic spells cast through shadow
Forged in water
Cooled in fyre
While earth grows bold
And air circles them all
Giving life to the creatures within the cauldron
Molded from hairy clay
Into bundles of bulging carrion eaters
Out for eyes and tongues
Speech wanes in the air
As they draw close
Fear rises from the ground
Up to the temple
Shaking the foundations
Holy water flows forth from the font
As it shatters upon the floor
Blood fills the lonely gauntlet
As mold envelopes the cracker
Lifeless forms scattered across the pulpit
Drawn down towards the hellish fire pits
Calling forth for bloody revenge
Up rises the hero
Club in hand
Spell pouch at side
Down will he go
To free the souls which he dreams are tormented so
“How much is the fare”
He hands Death 30 silver shekels
The cost of betrayal
And a tip of a penny for luck
Slowly they glide to the gaping gate
Gargoyle’s perch hoping for gain
But are dismayed as they are shooed away to Death’s side
“Let him be, he’s a fool and will be mine”
Death whispers to his demonic fiends
The hero lifts his sword in salute
And glides down the rigid hole
At the bottom to his dismay
Lay the souls of his query
Exhausted of life
Empty husks of mist and goo
Revenge fills his eyes
That fire rages red
A roar heard to the depths of Hell
Nothing quivers for they think him a fool
As laughter reverberates back to him from the heat filled depths
Onward ho
Nowhere else to go
On past the sinners and torturers
He ventures further down the deadly steps
Catching a glimpse of his target
A huge horned figure
Shining tickling black
The kind of color that makes the mind swirl
Dragging his sword across ashen ground
Purple sparks bite at the air
His armor pitted from bitter acid
Helmet smashed from falling against slippery ground
Shield bent from breaking fall
He closes in
Smelling the sulfur wafe off this demonic character
He strikes
But his target is a mirage
Behind him a below marches through the air
A claw rips into him
Tearing limb from limb
The hero bites the ground
As the dust fills his lungs
A last breath to fill his vision full of frightful kind.
“Get Crunk”
Jump up and get crunk
Hold up one jot
You just got got
Go go like a hillbilly
Take a look billy
You just ran over a billy goat
Trucks like a villain
Sitting in a walmart parking lot
Drinken potin
Can’t find a dollar
To fit your blue collar
Job that you sweat at
Take a hand out
Just to be brought down
And dropped out
Left on the side of the road
To hitchhike up route 68
Just to learn you got to sleep in the cold
Used to call Hollywood home
Now a cardboard box is all you own
Walked on, got crunk,
“Because I’m High”
Smoke pipe out, lit like chi & chong
Take a hit out that bong
Smoke it like you hitting it, Dumbledore deep
Getting stoned like your sieging the keep
Hit that ki—lo
Like your on the lo lo
Can’t stay sober to help myself out the ditch
I used to be able to pitch
Like a major league star
Rhyming out these syllables on tour
Undertaker measuring me out
Because I’m on everyone’s hit list, ain’t got
No clout, ain’t even on top no mo’
Behind bars avoiding da slo-mo,
Mo–tion, dance dat them boys do
I’m like who
Can’t keep them names straight
It all flies by like a shooting star in the night
Leave me be
Let me be
High and up in the sky
Floating by like time ain’t a thing, because I’m H—-i—-g—-h
Hit that bong and light it up
Tell me to shut up
And be prepared to be lame
Because you ain’t got the game
To mess me with me fool
I’ll drop your corpse in da pool
Wrapped up in dat sheet
Floating by like skeet
All up in my sight
Take aim and end your lights
Don’t even try to change me
Coming up on me
Like you know a thing about what my life is like
It’s much like ‘ike and ike’s’
Colorful and bright
Shining like a light
In the night
Revealing all my might.
Leave me be
Let me be
High and up in the sky
Floating by like time aint a thing, because I’m H—-i—-g—-h