Tales from th' Trails

Was once a poet
made in vain?
How can th’ world
but try him,
and bring to light
all th’ shame 
he tried so hard
to hide in?
Was once a poem so
freely given, 
and now extracted 
with usury,
was once a lad
bound for Heaven,
this glorious World
to bruise him?
Was once a trail 
so followed through
that all who found
but lost it?
and at the Chasm 
of his love
given courage there
to cross it?