Before she closed the door to my back
my mother said: "Be wary my child,
Those who are worthy to make their own luck
know to steer clear from what inside runs wild."
I took her words and kissed her forhead
and went on to my well-charted way
I found that a clear safe path lay ahead
I took it and vowed never to stray.
I advanced purposefully towards what
upon my birth had been written is stone
When an eerie sight tantalized my gut
it was a loenly ivy covered tombstone.
What might have spawned such wrath?
What transgression could be so obscene?
To ostracise a soul? Ahead me lay a paved path.
But my mind was fixed at the odd scene.
I pondered on the omen that had been foretold
but my young heart yearning; I ignored it
thrilled by the unknown, curious and bold
I looked peril in the eye and threw myself toward it!
Venomous thorns piercing, poisoning my side
Doom impending and noone around to save.
But a force of nature's what runs wild inside
I struggled stubbornly til I reached the grave.
Tooth and claw, I fought to meet the ousted dead
at last! I stooped; curiosity burning aflame
I wiped the dirt away from the marble and read
none other than my own name.