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A Random Poem

I wrote this poem a few years ago on a lark.  It’s about the very last man on earth.

The Man in Black

Records show, the very last man, a Man in Black, a Zorro
Struck a deal with the Devil that caused a lot of trouble and hit a very-very low blow
Just appease one please for a petty plea pleaded by the Man in Red below
And all of his needs, for as long as he needed, would be by the Devil bestowed

Afraid of it ending, a stayed state suspending a fate seen as far worse than death
To aide the impending, a blade not broke bending, intended for mate made to make its last breath
So he would concede to cede to the agreed to agreement, as long as both bindings were met
With no chance of adieu, he’d proceed to indeed do succeed you, as the only one left

And so, suddenly, a soft breeze breaths in – and out of trees, silently, he appear
With ease – To your knees! – In speeds unstoppably fierce, you bleed, you bleed, you bleed
Plunged sword and arrowed bow strike heart, breaking the second-to-last
As pumping contractions contrast with reactions of a Zorro soon last-of-the-class

And your torso has been torn so
Badly that sadly
You must mourn fo’
Victim of your foe
Now knows no tomorrow
This is your last show so take time to take the last bow

In time you are adorned with leaves of trees and acorns as bones show
Weeds grow and seeds sow
As deeds woe and greed flows
Sinking down to the ground, down where only bones go
Only he who reads now knows
The deed’s done, and he’s alone
But the due’s paid, no time to atone
For a modern-day, never-age, never-hit-zero, Zorro

And all that’s left, in unrest, are remnants in hardened earth
A Devil paid his debt, and a lone man rebirthed
A future unknown, unscorned and born free
Just another stone relic of a forlorn tragedy

And so, suddenly, a soft breeze breaths in – and out of trees, silently, he appears

With ease – To your knees! – In speeds unstoppably fierce, you bleed, you bleed, you bleed

Plunged sword and arrowed bow strike heart, breaking the second-to-last

As pumping contractions contrast with reactions of a Zorro soon last of the class

One response to “A Random Poem

  1. Pretty cool, it read it in the Devil Went Down to Georgia guy’s voice for some reason, though.

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