Who's Who Poem by Kevin Maroney

The black pit of melifecit delight,
a bog of laughter and glory delight,
a red cloud of depths unknown,
to spike and sink to depths unsown.

Beneath a dashing devil lurks,
a sparkle in his eye, does everything irk,
yearn to break free, does he every day,
a wish not fulfilled, for what would have he his way.

The blue chain that binds, an angel net,
a cloud of lashes and promise kept,
confined, it seethes, yet bellows too,
kept in check by this cage of blue.

Forces clash, earth to sky,
from writhing sea, a sea yet devoid of rye,
as though drunk on kind and rage,
ever day, an epic to flip the page.

Sooner, later, the outcome fall,
hope the seeker to withstand it all.