Pebble - 9-21-09

pilgrimage slept with guilt where the good was getting to him.
a hand to heart running cried out with.
the head on the ground bleeding by the road that took them

their three brothers ones name was man with power
deliver it to him by thieves in
with that he lay last fearing for himself the city cold

to sell to say the rest from that cunning of his work
that comfort that to him told all
use it all indeed anything by him little dismayed

bring him an odd thief keeping himself alive to beg
many hungry ways hope at the gate
had neither good nor power they missed the story

it is not a wonder, it is a wonder why
but it must needs be, he used it as he should
that he made but little use of it at all