mr_blue_owl Posted November 26, 2009 Share Posted November 26, 2009 Many moons would fall and rise Following Bolibar’s demise The mother then a daughter bore With loving gaze she would adore But guilt lurked in her eyes When the sister came along The Piper played a haunting song No cellar dark for this young lass No brown glass jar, no whiff of gas She would grow fast and strong He heard the Piper’s mournful skirl For the long dead sibling of the girl The One knew that He’d failed to stop A harvest of the Devil’s crop His thoughts began to whirl He summoned forth Celexequoste The mightiest of the Angel host And told him of his vital quest ‘Go take your steed at my behest And forever lay this ghost’ The Angel journeyed long and far And now he stood on Hell’s dark star He strode up to the Devil’s door Satan heard his timbrous roar ‘I’ve come for Bolibar’ The Devil’s firm resolve grew weak As he heard the mighty Angel speak And so wretched Bolibar was freed The Angel placed him on his steed Then kissed him on his cheek A surge of Heaven’s joy and bliss A stream of tears for an Angel’s kiss And in the night sky starlight shined Bolibar was no longer blind! And he saw the Devil hiss They climbed a gold celestial stair The host of Angels gathered there They placed in front of Bolibar Fragments of a brown glass jar Smashed beyond repair The End Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted November 27, 2009 Author Share Posted November 27, 2009 Final Version Bolibar When the mutant child was born The Piper at the gates of dawn Played a dirge into the night The Devil laughed with such delight And cried ‘He is my spawn’ His hands were claws, his face a scar They kept him in a brown glass jar In a dark, damp cellar stowed away That never saw the light of day They named him ‘Bolibar’ He grew into a hideous thing Scaly skin with hair like string Poor Bolibar, he yearned so much To feel his mother’s loving touch To hear her sweet voice sing But no words reached his shapeless ears No friends had he throughout the years Cold winter nights he slept unclad But never cried, because he had No eyes to shed the tears His mother wished her son deceased Considered him as Satan’s beast And when the demons in her head Convinced her he’d be better dead Her conscience was released Her spouse agreed the mutant birth To keep alive had no real worth They swore to keep the grisly pact And carry out the final act To end his time on Earth They came and sealed the jar of glass And pumped in lethal toxic gas Alone he drew his final breath Alone he journeyed after death To join the Devil’s mass When the mutant child had died The Piper cast his pipes aside And as the sun sank in the West The Devil welcomed his new guest As angels watched, and cried One year after the murderous deed The mother found herself with seed A perfect baby girl she bore A child she could at last adore Fulfilled her every need The Piper played a mournful song The birth would never right the wrong No cellar dark for this young lass No brown glass jar, no whiff of gas She would grow big and strong God heard the Piper’s mournful dirge Enlightenment came with a surge Only then He knew He’d failed A plan must henceforth be unveiled For the Devil’s Den to purge He summoned forth Celexequoste The mightiest of the Angel host And told him he must go in quest To free the Devil’s latest guest And silence Satan’s boast The Angel journeyed long and far And now he stood on Hell’s dark star He strode up to the Devil’s door Satan heard his timbrous roar ‘I’ve come for Bolibar’ The Devil’s firm resolve grew weak As he heard the mighty Angel speak At last poor Bolibar was freed The Angel placed him on his steed Then kissed him on his cheek A surge of Heaven’s joy and bliss A stream of tears for an Angel’s kiss Up in the night a shooting star Flared for the one named Bolibar And made the Devil hiss The mutant child climbed Heaven’s stair To be greeted by the Angels, where They placed in front of Bolibar Fragments of a brown glass jar Smashed beyond repair The End Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ron Blanco Posted November 27, 2009 Share Posted November 27, 2009 I love it, Mr Blue. As far as I'm concerned Bolibar is a classic! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mr_blue_owl Posted November 28, 2009 Author Share Posted November 28, 2009 I love it, Mr Blue. As far as I'm concerned Bolibar is a classic! Hi Ron, Your kind words are appreciated. If just one person enoys reading it, then it was worthwhile writing it Thanks and Regards Keith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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