Five go to the Underworld
Those fresh and calm accounts of sunny days
Were lost to dearth and doomful views of death,
When five good friend were cast into the blaze
That scorched them raw and took away their breath.
They found themselves in grey and dull surrounds
So alien to children of daylight.
They shook with fear when hearing wailing sounds
Conceived from writhing creatures of the night.
Approaching them from the right came a troll,
With warty face and flaccid skin so cold.
Destruction of the crescent moon its goal,
That made it so horrendous to behold.
And from the left side lumbering into sight
Was an ogre, exuding dreadful hate
Towards six-sided stars aloft so bright,
That growled its baleful plans to desecrate.
On centre ground they found themselves confined
By shrouding bigotry and spiteful beasts
That aimed to crush their pleas with words maligned
And cook them up to narrow, tasteless feasts.
The moral of this tale is simply this:
Don't put all stock into a single view,
Discern the extent of the dark abyss
To find the balanced aspect brave and true.
William Blake, English poet, painter and print maker, was born today in 1757.
Enid Blyton, English children’s author and poet, died today in 1968.
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…and she hated children!