Ode to the Monster of Deceit

Ode to the Monster of Deceit

Hark! Ness glides with malignant ancient evil across that ageless pond,

Smirking audaciously, full with deceit, at Gallian hordes in chase,

While counterfeit gems behind Peter’s gates of fool’s gold are laid,

And the angels do but weep with dread unquenchable abandon,

At the ancient Scottish laments chanted in far flung reaches,

And at the end of a journey’s rise naught but children will despair,

While Ness still glides on perfidiously across that ageless pond.

© W. Heron, 2014