AMBROSIA
Just a little bite, a little morsel if you please
Something to pick me up from this surrender and disease
And, yes, I do realize the application here I make
For the morsel, which I behest is not meant for mortal’s sake
Through the generations were the stories often told
Of those who ate upon the food and walked on streets of gold
But here am I upon a land of solid rock and ground
Sweeping past the entrance of the devil and his hound
Crumbs would be a welcome sight tumbling down from on high
Collected in fields of buttercups and on wings of butterfly
Bold is it for a simple man to query such a deed
Insomuch to save his life, his soul, his path, his plea
What answer may await a fool such of this to even ask
Pretending he is of a station while cloaked behind a mask
Life-giving and a glory for all who are deserved
Yet here am I in restless struggle beaten and unnerved
Oh well, ‘twas worth the effort in this a hopeless quest
A game to lose as Dante in his final act of wrest
Kevin Parish 
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