Precarious Fools

An Abecedarian Poem

Abridged Behaving in a Courageous manner Devising a plan to Encite something into motion Failure isn’t acceptable God seems to favor such fools Having the tenacity to pull of miracles In the woods, so they march Juggling their hopes and dreams Kicking the dirt beneath their feet Lonesome were the ones — marching in the back Moving with panic in their hearts Now move forwards, said thy commander Ornated with the highest prestige —carrying gold plated spears and shields Padded with silver, emeralds, and beige Questionable doubts arose in the hearts of marching men Ready to ambush the ones — they were trained Something felt weird, the commander felt it too They were going in circles, as they just had past this road Unnerving thoughts settled in the hearts of those soldiers Ventured further into the forest of wonders — they tread Wandering aimlessly with no hope of return Xerotic became their bodies and their selves Yearning for escape, and freedom within —from this demonic forest Zealots — a miserable fate, that waits for you there