Ode To Charon
One Second
by
Robby Richardson
As I lie here breath in...one…two…three…these hazy visions seem to overpower me
Father of Truth and the Prince of Lies across a checkered battle line
Good vs. Evil, Black vs White, 64 squares, 28 soldiers
At the edge of nothing and above a valley of the broken
The soft echo of a paddle from a ride costing two silver tokens
A giant clock above a mountain peak, the tock is gone from the face of the clock
People climbing and crawling, grabbing and fallen
Reaching for a friend temptation is calling
Dying for time, a foe in disguise pulling the wool over our eyes
A battle for a soul that is coveted so which truth could win in simply four blows
The game like our story needs to be told
Scatter Charon’s tokens for all the dead and broken
Scatter the “blood tokens” for the lies truth has spoken
You swore you wouldn’t leave me like all the rest
You left me behind there's nothing left…always second best
Truth changes the enemy, a dime a dozen lies a final dream denied
Just a product from a world so cold from a poison so old from a time long ago
What if I stand and disagree when I bleed can I be me
As I speak, I speak to all
How do you know a man when all you ever see is a quarter of the real man
Lies and empty promises fill my ears with sparkling diamonds in my eyes
That are twisted with the riches of fork tongued lies
I love you Truth from my first breath in the morning and even when the sky is burning
From Charon’s greed to the lungs that I breath but in the end all I can be is me
You had your moment, your time is over, it’s my time to breath
It’s my time to dream...dream to the sky...dream for a moment...dream for that day
Dream to the stars even for that one second
Father of Truth looked down at me talks about the poison that I shall bring
The poison that effects every human being
This battle over me lasted an eternity and at the end of the day
Can’t you make your peace some other way
The final question the Father simply asks, do you deserve a chance
In a world so cold, I froze…no…no one deserves to go
In fact, where even further from home
With one final look, Truth moved his rook, CHECKMATE yelled lies and cried
“A foolish move from a Father so wise”
I’m tired of walking this broken road, tired of society’s hold
Curse this broken road...I stand alone
The ground crumbled in one second I had lost it all
Oh how the mighty fall and just when my fear began to appear…poof, it disappeared
The End