The Battle of Boredom

The Battle of Boredom

Where's the escape from the cattle,
How to get out from the castle of glass?
Maybe, we are prisoners of a battle;
Waring against our selves and the stress.

Silent thunderstorms unwrap the breasts,
Deadly boredom decimates them,
Hundred mouton enragé eat up the rest,
The juggernauts of faith condemn.

***

I felt the hungry hounds' aura on my neck,
Badly howling after me from far,
I cut through the Styx and left the pack,
Sneaking into Charon's watercar.

Charon's claws throttled me with a riddle,
That echoed in the ante-room:
What terrible misdeed put you hither?
I semi-liarly told him: the doom.

He thought me the evil lord of shades,
A monstrous doombringer,
Thus he draught me to the dais of Hades,
Who thusly drew out his finger:

"Where's your wit mortal? Tell me your lore!
You are in my kingdom,
And I am the king of the pure sore.
Where's yer wisdom?"

I started to sing about the boring battle,
How the boredom rampaged,
How its numbing tooth sank into the cattle,
Then how I got escaped.

The Lord of Death turned to me hemming:
"I see yer pain well, mortal,
As my reply I give a challenge to your cunning,
See yer quest thither, the portal!"

Beyond the prism, I found a fairy forest,
A wood-ent standing there,
He was waiting for me, opened his breast,
His heart chanting an air:

"Thou shall step again on the bloody grass,
Now thou shall not bypass,
Now thou shall face the palace of glass,
Thou may beat the boredomness."

"But beware, brave wanderer, of the dullness,
Sith you've seen ne'er such hardness,
You'll be a game ensnared by the numbness,
Exulted call or fall, you'll be heartless."

I just heard the approval thought of my mind,
He opened my breast, taking the heart,
He, Hiding it beside his own to never ever find,
I was heartlessly ready to depart.

***

I stalk right around the cattle as like a herd,
I've almost forgotten the last battle,
Where's gone the lordy boredom, nobody heard,
Neither one has heard more hassle.

I aimed to seek the boredom many years ago,
I'm about to murder that wretch,
He's hiding like a boar, owing me a blow,
But I've never seen it, since I fetch.