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The Cobblestones
The Cobblestones
Upon a dismal stretch of roadway
upon a smattering of snow
Appeared a beautiful, young maiden
Upon the row of cobblestones
A girl of arrogant, golden crowning
With a taut, yet supple tone
Pronounced that she had walked for hours
Upon the jagged cobblestones
"Oh my dear, you must be tired
from the endless days you'll roam
Come and leave the hate you gathered
Amongst the blessed cobblestones"
"Can you tell me where this path leads
Past the spruce and hedgerow?
For I have wandered many lifetimes
Upon these dreadful cobblestones"
"Oh my princess no just answer
For the quere that you pose
For the stones are unlike no other
Unlike no other cobblestones"
"You will tell me true and straightly
Where be its ending?
Where doth it go?
Where be the conclusion to my experience
Upon these retched cobblestones?"
"Oh my sweet and lovely maiden
Answer not what not be known
For the riddle is so sacred
Only know the cobblestones"
With not a word as much as spoken
Was pierced both sinew and bone
Collapsed the keeper of the secret
Upon the bloodied cobblestones
This fate assumed I've sealed
Toil I must, in spite alone
For there can be no more distance
Upon these countless cobblestones
As the princess had spat upon Him
Turned a growl into a groan
The peasant shepherd had slowly risen
And in His hands - A cobblestone
Though my Angel doth not deserve this
Yet the secret I'll disclose
For these stones were stones first wielded
By the sinners that gone home
