Ramblings of the Soul (✅)

Is He Well?

The mister man
That took me in
And fed me good
Was not that bad a man

He was good to me
I did as asked
Completing chores
And every task

But the mister man
He filled the walls
The visitors and guests
He silenced them all

The mister man
Does what he can
To compete with the man
Who controls the land

Brother, dear
Did not come here
I cried and begged
To take him instead
But mister man
Sent me to bed

Is he well
Is all I ask
I'll complete my tasks
Is he well
Please, do tell

The mister man
Says he is
But never does tell me more
I pour the ale
With tender care
But still he makes
The walls red

The visitors and guests
He severs their necks

The mister man
Will not tell
If dear brother
Is indeed well

I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed up the dishes and kept the house clean.
She went to the mill to fetch us some flour,
And always got home in less than an hour.
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told a fine tale!