THE GIFT BOX

Alone , marooned        
echoing cries , distant thunder,      
like pain , rolling out of strange ,      
darkening skies        
adrift on a sea , in a realm      
not of the world they knew        
but of stars , nebulas        
memories , lost and swirled        
some hung ,        
on the back side of the moon      
       
 A face in the mist , up ahead      
a face from the past ,      
that left him for dead      
at least his heart , still in shreds        
the face opened its mouth        
thunder clapped , the Milky Way cracked        
and something flew out ,      
as it passed by his head ,        
with particles of stars dust in its wake,      
a painful shout , shook him like a quake        
       
Laughing , sneering and jeering ,      
as it soars into the depths ,      
oh no ! his depths he fears !      
a tangent of slurs , familiar and old ,        
that followed her,      
back and forth again , they go        
in this new realm      
of ridicule and scold      
       
The stars dust was at first , sparkling with light      
seemed , happy and bright        
but they dinged ,      
they were demons from hell        
to cast a glow , on his darkest night      
when the King and Queen        
of the ancient ceremony        
moaned and fell
       
A memory lost long ago        
a memory now like iron , pulled from the stove        
from the Smiths smoky black fire        
pounded to a point , swirled in time        
red hot      
in the spirals glow        
       
Back in his corridors , heart soul and mind        
where the blood still flows , with emotional rhyme      
A hallway , dark , dank and damp      
dimly lit , with a flickering lamp        
fuming , black smoke pluming        
where their love , their true love , eventually camped        
and stayed the night        
now , an eternal night        
       
The devil laughing , his face shining , filthy bright !      
a demon stinking , stands on his collar , under his chin        
sawing on an ancient , stolen violin        
he dances in the glow , cast by the flames ,      
of their love , their vows , his triumphant covenant now !        
his prize , his delight !        
his beguiled gain      
       
An old play comes to his mind , HEY ! !      
didn’t one of them already die !        
he was trying to show his true love for her,        
ha ha ha        
well we’ll hang her ! now !      
from these endless empty rafters !      
and lay her , his love , his torment , by his side        
ha ha  , you know , the one that loved him so !      
well she told the world !      
in front of God , with flowers strewn !        
flowers strewn and in her hair !      
       
But she did not reveal that day        
her true love in tow        
to give to him on a very special occasion        
when she made her mind up , to fly away      
when he would least expect      
       
his heart in pieces ,  tattered and torn !        
in a gift wrapped box , tied with a bow of betrayal ,        
and handed to him with prideful scorn !