Epitaph, Entreated

It’s just my bones that lie here,

I want it written on my grave,

as my soul was sold so long ago,

so keep your prayers, and save

your tears; for the years I gave

you are worth more than the loss.

Wherever I am, I love you,

don’t be cross. I ask one last thing

of you, my one wish, my final boon,

live your life, be free and please;

don’t come and see me soon.

Advertisements

Imp

The anthems of my youth,

That raw rhetoric, written,

In rage and hammered on,

The anvil of heavy metal,

My soul, forged in the fire,

Of rock ‘n’ roll, where a

Wasp and a maiden abducted,

The disciples of Judas,

Pushing me to the precipice,

My passion and potential.