DARK UNCLE

He strides down the dusty street,

Weapons secured in place,

As though he’s marching in a beat

He looks as if he’s from space.

Even though you would think him mad,

No one knows why he doesn’t talk,

Everyone thinks he’s just a bit sad,

And that’s the reason he walks,

He doesn’t have friend to walk with,

He only has his weapons for protection,

Everyone says he’s just a myth.

As though he’s not real in his perfection,

He’ll just wait for the day that he’s dead,

All everyone wants is to chop off his head.

Even though he hasn’t done anything wrong,

People still look at him like he is a dog,

There’s no family that will ever belong

To him. He just sleeps like a log.

Waiting everyday for his love to return.

He will just weep for her,

‘Til she returns to him,

He will only feel emotional burn,

Hope relying on one whim.

He’s walking down the street,

Here this morning.

A lonesome rhythm resides in his foot beat.

And he starts to sing

A song that even made the birds mourn,

A song that made the dogs howl,

A song that ended on a note of endless forlorn,

Making everyone miserable at the dark rumors they had spread,

And no longer did they hate him,

No longer did they want him dead,

But it was too late; they scarred his life to the rim.

Now he’s ready for his end,

Mourning his death within.

Feeling the rhythm in his head,

For he will be the one to decide the fate of himself.

He will be the master of his dreams,

He will be the conqueror of his future.

He will stand tall in what he lives for.

Believes everything he lives for.

Yet others say,

That he would die withered,

And broken that day,

But he only sneered

At the ignorant demon,

Knowing that he could succeed

All he had to do was use reason,

Over greed,

For the demon lived on that sin,

That is how the Dark Uncle knew he could win.

Everything you dream,

Isn’t what it always seems.

Nothing can be the same,

While there's others for you to blame.

Nothing will catch your ear,

Feeling all those mental fears.

Making everything your right.

Breathing with all your might,

Making everything you goal,

In the end, hardening your soul.

As the Dark Uncle calls your name,

You will always be the same.

You are the Dark Uncle inside.

At first you try to hide,

But in the end you change your rhymes,

For you are trapped at times.

Feeling alone and bitter,

Everyone’s not certain of what you are, or who you want to be.

No one knows how you put things as they perceive.

Your look, your disguise,

Your fate, your demise,

Giving you the power if His mighty gong,

‘Til something goes wrong.

‘Til your Faith is gone,

So hold on,

All the while, I shall conclude my song.

And as my voice becomes dimmer; yet dimmer

Remember that you are a winner,

And no one can let you down,

No one can drive you out of town,

Because you have the weapons of Glory,

Weapons of Honor, weapons only used in His story,

You have Truth.

REED