Murderously Disturbed

2. Lost in the Woods (Ballad)

2. Lost in the Woods
(Ballad)

1

The night is full of ghosts tonight,
   Both ghastly and divine;
And all is darkness to my sight,
   For all these ghosts are mine.

My memory's a haunted house
   Of former love and cheer,
My youthful days of happiness
   Flooded with human tears.

My lot was with the world of boys
   Of courage, strength and will
(And oftentimes in better moods,
   I'd think they're with me still).

For we were boys of innocence,
   Heedless of spook or ghost
And heedless of the dangerous wood,
   In which past boys were lost.

I will not name these woods or say
   Wherein these woods may lie,
Because this world in which kids play
   Can make them cry and die.

The world of children is a place
   Of blissful ignorance,
And when they vanish, one by one,
   So goes our innocence.

But we were young and spirited
   In bravery and friendship;
We three looked out for each the other
   As if we shared a kinship.

We'd fight off bullies, left and right,
   And backed each other up;
We'd share the workload and the blame
   If one of us messed up.

And so, one day, we did just that—
   We each stepped up to fight
Off Blake, three comrades 'gainst the one
   Surpassing us in might.

We stood as one, a triple threat,
   Three pairs of eyes and fists
To counter all his speed and strength,
   And yet he still persists.

This bully Blake kept up his threats
   To wring our little necks,
Calling us pussy-footed losers,
   Because we each wore specks. *

We three, in turn, kept up our stand
   And dared him to approach;
We said he wasn't man enough
   To stand up to a cockroach!

We laughed and jeered in all our glee,
   We three who were but nine;
We stood with arms akimbo, glaring,
   Drawing our battle line.

We stood, three musketeers of might,
   Against the wooded background;
We stood, each one of us a knight,
   Against him in the foreground.

Yet we were heedless of his plans
   (For Blake had evil aims);
He raised his fingers to his mouth
   And whistled—his friends came

Out of the woods behind our backs,
   Charging us in a flurry
Of jeers and threats to wring out necks;
   We scrambled in a hurry.

So Blake's three friends had scattered us
   And chased us t'wards the woods;
The bully and his friends outnumbered
   Us, laughing where we've stood.

We three then hid ourselves behind
   The cover of the woods;
All three of us raged in our hearts
   And wanted to spill blood.

And so we three regrouped and planned
   Our vengeance in our plight;
We planned to make a desperate stand
   Before we took our flight.

We gathered rocks within our hands
   And charged up to those bastards;
We threw our rocks in one great volley
   Of missiles on those dastards!

And so we turned around and fled
   Into the woods again,
Running and running with the dread
   That Blake would catch us then.

We ran and ran t' escape the fiends
   We pissed off with our valor;
We ran and ran until we heard
   Our foes' receding haulers.