Loristant's Poems and Such

The Loneliness Isn't so Bad

Once in a 'perfect' world
Where in peace we swirled,
In a contest of acceptance
Begging for reverence,
A man stood brave
Away from all and knew it grave.

He took in the different
And made the investment
And called it The Ring.

And with a sudden stride
Of the group's blind pride,
The man was thrown out
Labeled a worthless spout.

The man saw what had happened,
And he knew it was fate
For he was their bait
For a new life,
Upon their own strife.

The man saw people in masks
Devoted to their own task.
He said to them,

"How do you mold fake clay,
Then harden it to stay all day,
Only for them to betray,
Leaving you not happy and gay?"

Then he met people like him;
A girl with no imaginative brim,
A boy with a essence to him,
And a new person out on a limb.
He told them all,

"Have pride before you fall,
Because love is sure to sprawl,
And none good shall it do,
If your talents are made into two.
Stay with your own,
Or risk it and be blown."

Surely enough,
They thought it a bluff,
They thought they were tough,
But sadly not enough.

They saw the masks,
Up for the task.
They liked the darkness,
And soon enough they saw the harness
That had kept them afloat before.

It was the man,
The one with a failing plan,
Whose word was not taken truth,
And they had gone aloof.

Now it was their job to be the protector.
The woman with a literary talent,
The man who had fans,
And the old girl with a swirl.

But the mask had a flask,
And it called it a blast,
And soon enough, at last
No one could prevent the past.

Then the man came back, with a new outlook
Now the man read books
And knew the uncertain looks
He would receive for what he took.

He got the woman, man and girl,
And showed them with a twirl
What they could do to not unfurl
Around uncertain destiny.

He called it slightly late,
But it had just been fate.
With a ting
Of glasses and the bling
Of friends
There was no end
To The Ring.