The Tale They’ll Tell

-The Tale They’ll Tell-

by Keaton Foster


Oh’
The hell
The tale
They’ll tell
The guts
They’ll spill
What a mess
What a mistake
A tragedy made
Within a legacy laid
They’ll come
To stand upon
My solemn grave
Making their peace
By trampling around
They’ll desecrate
The heaviest of stone
That spells out my role
They’ll knock it down
Erasing my name
Adding to such shame
Any flowers around
Will no doubt die
A death of a thousand times
Any reaves will be burned
Turned to dust upon the wind
Spread far and wide friends
I’m sure they’ll speak
I’ve always inspired
Words to be spoken
I’ve always led them
To the darkest waters
But be assured
Never once did I
Force them to drink
Of their own fruition
They did what they did
But like all others
They’ll come
To blame me
Oh’
The hell
The tale
They’ll tell
Some will lie
More will exaggerate
Many will flat out
Make up most
Of what they’ve
Come to accuse me of
But all of that
Matters none
Because I’ll be dead
Deceased
Rotting flesh and meat
Worm ford
A putrid fool
Stewing in his own doom
My soul will be gone
Destination not known
But all of my words
A living beast of their own
Will of course
Continue on and on
Changing the world
As I always intended
For better or worse
They’re out there
They’ll always be out there
In the minds
Of those who dared
At the core of those few
Who took them to heart
Oh’
The hell
The tale
They’ll tell
To all who knew me
Or at least tried
I’d like to thank you
Those who understood me
Blessed
Is such shared craziness
In a world of rules
Many of times we dared
We risked it all
In the name of the page
And the words created
What we did when alive
Will come to matter not
But those words
Will become beings
Unto themselves
They’ll live
No matter if
And when I die
Oh’
The tale
They’ll tell…


The Tale They’ll Tell
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.