Fall from Glory

A little ghost goes to the store
To buy a block of cheese and loaf bread
O’Lakes sandwich spread
Deep inside he knew he had no place
To store the substance that suite his taste

Faceless he stood in disbelief
While the owner rushed the police
Viciously he glared a look that quickly turned to a stare
Today was his day soon he’d learn the meaning of despair

Hopeless without a place to rest his head
He took a few steps then out the door he ran
Faster and faster he stopped not to catch his breath
But to catch the breath of the one whom he’d just left

Empty shell he was
A criminal he wasn’t
An outsider he became
To society they’re all one in the same

Now the ghost finally saw his face
In the world he’d always had a place
Like the cheese the bread and O’Lakes spread
He would be treated as a commodity
A bounty with seventy-fold figures on his head

A price so rich bound seamlessly in thread
A fabricated story turned to everyone’s glory
Unfortunately this is not true of the ghost that fell from glory

The figure that was feared no longer is he revered
Who then is not haunted except the one with extra ears?
Who shall hear his story the story of him falling from glory?

The poor ghost pleaded his case the city gone array
The air filled with words of pity melted into sorrow
But the town yelled “you we won’t spare into tomorrow”

Capital crime lay the life which he sought to keep
But it wasn’t his that he wanted to be put to sleep
Who then should hear his story
of the ghost who fell from glory?

Had he knew what we would come to know
That at birth he was dead on arrival
Like the owner who of the store
When the paramedics came dead on arrival

Who then committed the crime so high
To take a life and let the souls of many die?
If we look yes society we can blame
And of the ghost we can say the same

In two nights it was two deaths that came
The death of a body the death of a soul
Now the man’s life is void leaving a hole
A hole ripped through time and space

Peeking eyes ripping into his soul
Grieving society exposing it’s hole
Who knows maybe if society treated the ghost
Not as commodity though prodigy he lived modestly

Seeking honesty an honest way of living
Who became a villain captivated in the minds
Of those whose lives weren’t as fulfilling
It is a chilling tell one brought out and born of hell

A willing spell brought for show and tell
A sad and tragic story for sure to sell
But who would peek into his life
And know behind he left a wife

Three kids on a lonely flight
Taken away before he kissed his kids goodnight
Fatherless they cry in tears missing his glorious years

Though a block of cheese and a loaf though they had
O’Lakes spread could not erase their sad
No these kids they missed their dad

But deep inside his missed his place
To a family that he suited their taste
Full of substance he had a place
But now this tragic memory
Can never be erased