Poetry

The Salmon

By Wallace - 4 March 08

Born at the beginning of time
After the tree of life formed
Below water dripped and poured
Forming a well where hazel acorns fell
A salmon ate those seeds until he knew
Everything that's good and true
All the evil and vile strife
Forged from the infinity of life

Thus, he awaits in soft sunlight
By the blackened pool of night
In balmy days with sky blue
When storms strike, it is here he stays for you
Wading within the well in water still
Almost like he's pining for
A lover he once adored
Longing to see your face before he died

He knows your name and what you seek
He knows the path is long and bleak
He knows the stars guide you at night
He knows you are good, just and right

He knows that some will block your way
He knows some will force you to slay
He knows you are the one to free
The world from pain, death, and disease

So now you have come, simple one
He would shout out in high joy
But for the saddest of news
You must dine on freshly caught fish tonight
By the flicker and flames of soft firelight
By this blackened pool and well
His trap of infernal hell
You must eat his delicate flesh
To finally receive your wish