Poetry - The Escape Route

The clock strikes past three, His hands rubbing with glee, He's been told about the devil's hour, He waits and hopes, he's not too far From the ashes of the hymn, The darkness falls upon him, And through the smoke of deceit, He rises from under his feet He tries to feed on the fear in him, Finds none but curiosity upto the brim, Now offended, he questions the man, Only to be countered, "How did it began?" "I am nothing but just the vessel, Of humans' greed, I am its trestle, You've pictured God sitting all soigne, I am merely, the other side of the coin" He vanished before the rising sun, Leaving the man behind undone, The greatest trick the devil spun, Convincing the man, he's the only one.

What are you doing in the wild? Trotting along the mysterious path Are you lost, child? There's no place for a child in this strath, I'm finding my way away from the demon, He's followed me for eternity, I am no child, but a freeman, Caught within these shackles of absurdity Stop running away from him, You'll never be able to escape, As long as you're full of grim, You'll never be able to trape I am not grim, I am not ruthless, Just an experiment of his game, The expendable pawn of the devil's chess, Free to burn up under his flame Don't give up, don't let your fears grow, Let facing him be your endeavour, For storms may come and storms may go, But the Sun will shine forever