Another one of my long narrative poems though this one is aiming more for irony then the other one.
A scald a burn forever stays
Though I travel life’s branched maze
Given to me years ago
From a sauders inferno glow
A stone it seems upon my brow
Is my only comfort now
As the goats and goatmen bray
I hear the elders commune say
This act was done without mercy
And so none will be on thee
For thee cast out of home and land
And bearing the mark of the murderer’s brand
I headed out to the next city over
A virgin town near white cliffs of Dover
They looked down on me and snobbed
And from me dignity was robbed
I begged in the streets for no dime
Though to them I had committed no crime
I ate of the grass like a sad cow
They mock and they scorned and how
But one nice soul forgave me my sin
And gave me a job and a room to dwell in
And so I worked as a farmers hand
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
The stone that I bear though bring pain
And so upon me and the farmer it came
The village people that at me had scorned
Thought from the town I need be shorn
So they came bearing axe and torch
And the fire burned and I ran out the porch
But my foot hit something in the grass
So I fell and wounded yelled something crass
I look back behind me and in horror saw
The farmer who’d want me to call him paw
So I stood up and from the mob ran
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
Now into a city I scrambled to hide
I thought that the village had follow behind
A sought out the covens where dark people dwell
Where all of wretched went when they fell
The beaten the rotten were my kind of folk
And with a tankard I’d sit and tell jokes
Not a man cared about my head-stone
Not even the lawman with two broken bones
But something was wrong something was sour
I noticed some men who made peasants cower
And when annoy struck them with a hand
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
These ganger men were sellers I learned
And profited from the suffering of spurned
Men and spurned women and others like me
By selling them drugs at astronomical fees
I told the lawman with two broken bones
But he ignored it and turned to the phone
I don’t know who he called but I have a clue
Those stoneless gangster came to break me in two
They beat me and bashed my stone-marked head
They kicked me around and left me for dead
I crawled, legs broken, by arm and hand
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
I lived off of garbage and half-rotten bread
Pound after pound in recovery was shed
I was a bone bag and nothing more
But soon my legs healed and I left for
A new land a new place somewhere to live
That wouldn’t take what I don’t have to give
Went to a castle and begged to their lord
I said I would work for mere room and board
He thought for a moment and nodded ascent
Though I saw not his grin as away I sent
And how he stroked is jewel encrusted hand
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
I worked hard as I could in fields the grew stones
And every night I exhausted and cold to the bone
But then a man came whose name was Jerek
He said taxes was what he had come to collect
Sold all I had to the merchants sweet cackle
But not enough was and I was given the shackle
I shook in my soles it was visible seen
From malnutrition or fear I don’t which it had been
I was locked in the dungeon and lived in the dark
And their I was prayed on by the madness shark
I was beat sometimes till I was less of a man
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
Then they kicked me out into the dust
With a hole covered shirt and a knife made of rust
And then into the desert I scuffled along
Thought to avoid people in this I was wrong
But I did find a pond a lonely oasis
Here I plan to live my new long life in stasis
A drank from the water as clear as the air
And for two weeks I knew no despair
But nothing good can last for a man of the stone
And sadly this fact was soon driven home
Though where that home is I won’t know nor can
While I am bearing the murderer’s brand
These nomadic raiders used that pond for a stop
They found me their and now the pond was a shop
And one stop store the for the flesh merchant ilk
Ah flesh that material more precious then silk
Tied by my hands I was dragged through the sands
And my back turned red from scrapes in bands
Till a tent made market could be seen on the dunes
And on a near by sign was written fourteen runes
“Abandon all hope” and was not long till I did
Me barely twenty no more then a kid
My life was a stone marked coin from the sands
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
I was sold to the owner of a factory
Whose workshop was located over the seas
Put in a ship with no food to call mine
A devoured for rats their taste was sublime
My shackles they burned and were heavy as hell
Sometimes they pull me down and I fell
The sailors would mock me through a tiny slit
No way to fight back I could merely sit
Dragging and puking and bang my stoned head
By the time I was ashore I wished I was dead
Hell I would find was not far from my hand
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
I worked under shackle in an industrial furnace
My brief respites in bed were a carnal bliss
My torments stared from non-stone-bearing face
As though I were not one of the human race
My will wasn’t broken though I didn’t have hope
I thought every nights and worked on my ropes
And when shackles were broken I fled
Into the jungle where they took me for dead
I came to a village where they knew not my stone
And here I thought maybe I had a knew home
But for me being there I knew they were damned
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
I was I happy then and life was a twirl
In that doomed village I had met a girl
She soft and fair had helped me to start
The new life I would lead and had won my heart
I joined the militia and I learned how to fight
To protect those I love from the bandits fires bright
Even though I had learned years ago how to kill
Protecting is something I am learning still
My siren and cherub would cook for me at night
When I was too tired or taken by blight
For a year I spent my time in that land
While I was bearing the murderer’s brand
One day I was hiking out in the woods
I thought I heard and I though that I could
Swear it was battle or more precisely a slaughter
My heart fast sunk and my mind faltered
Then I went in to run and dashed though the trees
In my haste my form made death breeze
A glow in the distance beckoned me on
A arrived to see the town ‘cept for ashes gone
They had been taken by men who I knew had no stones
Who I knew never would and would never atone
I walked into the woods with my sword in my hand
Bearing aloft my murderer’s brand
That is how I came to find myself here
The goats are braying and my love no where near
And all that have to say has been said
Bout the life that I’ve had and the mark on my head
I don’t know if I will once again slay
Or if my fear will again bring me to stay
Those unmarked no-stone-bearing bastards
Have left me a sword and a heart made of plaster
I look to ultimate stone the full moon
The stone marked man inside he will swoon
me be happy? No matter what I do I can’t
As long as I’m bearing the murderer’s brand
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