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Gallumpay
On a day then in its prime
I stopped to read an old wood sign.
And, seeing that I had the time,
I took to mind its omen rhyme:
"Down the path to Gallumpay,
Sing a dirge along the way.
Come and go, but leave today
Lest your soul should choose to stay."
Curiousity, indeed,
Filled me with desire's need.
Seeing that I had to see
I took the trail so darkly treed.
The trees harbored deep darkness-
I grew afraid, as brave men can.
About to turn around just then
I met a man not quite like men.
Three days pass't since he'd been fed,
Grey hair all but veiled his head.
No cloak could hide his morbid dread.
I stopped a step, then passed instead.
"Down this path to Gallumpay
You'll see the lost along the way.
Many will come, most will stay.
I pray to God you leave today."
I found a cabin, barely standing,
And a voice, broken and demanding,
Pleading to rest, but not commanding,
Begging for mercies' understanding.
And Suddenly my spirit cried!
I felt my pain so long denied.
I ran and stumbled, but never tried
To stand tall for my foolish pride.
The floor was covered with leaves and dust.
It went unnoticed, for filled with lust
To rest my head, give up, and, just
Sleep a little in sorrow's trust.
Ten years now, and still today,
I'm here, because I chose this way
And found this place, and had to stay.
As I lay here on the floor I say
It's dirtier than it was that day.
And now, With all my heart, I pray
You never find your way to Gallumpay.
