Vision of The Abandonment

 Must I, for the sake of maturity, abandon my former self?

Is it too wrong to expect a little piece of childhood could tag along on my ride to adulthood?


Let me by, you bastard disciple of urbanism and commercialism, I don't need your baseless lies, your corrupting excuse for a man, for a life, for living.


Why does a man, heroic and true
whom knows the greatest sports,
venture into darkness
and cast his companions to Hell?


Fear.
Fear is the beating heart of all man;
the sharpest spear in the armory;
a piercing light in the vale;
yet, why, why does this Spirit
flee from us,
turn us aside,
and abandon us when YOU need him most?


Perhaps, better a great millstone
fastened round his neck
and to be drowned in the depth of the sea,
than to abandoned his charge in their time of need.


But all the same, charge or not,
abandon they will and abandon they must,
for fear is not yet what we see it to be,
for mortal man is but cowardly,
upon this day, thrice he will,
abandon his friend, before the cock's echo crows,
and the devil sleek smile upon his respites.


Yet, fear not,
for even in this dark respite,
merriment grows and much delight,
for the joy of the present will be thus compounded,
and the so called God returns, to avenge his brethren,
and when it does, Justice there shall be,
upon all the Earth, and throughout Eternity.


So, listen well, ye mortal fair,
for your souls cast penance upon the mire,
and within a time, upon the return,
you shall not again flee your charge,
for when you do, cast down in might,
for this so called God will be King, and all shall be right.


To be feared and abandoned can lead to such a gluttonous crime, but yet it goes on for days and nights. Each individual has a path and the path they choose is their own. 


I for one choose the long road ahead of me; where does it lead, who knows. 


This is The Abandonment.