Crawling down the eerie lane of extinction
Even as it bled, drowning in dereliction
It's keepers having succumbed to insanity
Onwards still tried to forge Humanity.
The first few cuts it had ignored
Thinking them minor, on it had snored
Dreamily dancing in fantastical fields
Trusting in his Keepers, to keep reel from real.
When the cuts did not stop bleeding
He thought maybe, the Devil was his Keepers, misleading
And so he appealed to them to please wake up
The mess they were creating, kindly clean up.
When to deaf ears it's lamenting fell
It went to brood by the eternal well
Surprised, when persistent sobs
His yearned silence, from him robbed.
Looking around it saw the Devil in tears
Astonished, slowly it did creep near
Asking if it could somehow help
Even when it's own voice came as a welp.
Looking at it, the Devil glared
Leaving it perplexed, as it watched his nostrils flare
Why did it seem that the Devil blamed
Humanity, for whatever had, his happiness claimed.
But now as it dragged itself through the clay
Covered in blood, mud, dust and hay
Finally did it understand
Why the Devil's gaze, had been so bland.
Robbed he had been of his role
It's Keeper had, from the Devil stole
Rendering useless even his mere existence
Failing also, the Devil's famed persistence.
But having been of Hope born
Humanity still, couldn't harbour any scorn
Towards it's Keepers whom it had nurtured once
But had stopped recognising, for eons since.
And so on and on it crawled still
Hoping redemption was right by the hill
At whose base it's Keepers had dug a grave
For this bearer of hope, ever so brave.