Down From View
By Vance Berk

Welcome to the sight beneath the world,
Where you must do as constant told
Where you are far from love’s view

Now hold down your rosy hair,
As it begins to fade to ash
Because of one time you dare

Foolish it was to cover up
The things that couldn’t be seen
Now every last one of them spills
Over edge of life, you are cup

Do not question anything of fate
No longer will you sing to Kate
Now all that you are is state
Such a fool to fill a whole slate

Look up and see how it is
How it is that you’ve failed
From breath, to sight, to life
You are now slipping down a well
Where you go? Straight to Hell
There you know not to fight
All while listening to our bell

You are never to plan escape
Without first having held his cape