They once called me Will
And that name I’ve got still
Too wicked for heaven
But locked out of hell
I caused no end of strife
Cutting throats with my knife
And I knew that I’d pay
At the end of my life
And so when my turn came
I suggested a game
For the rights to my soul
Which the devil had claimed
And he fell for my trick
(He’s surprisingly thick)
Now I’ve nowhere to go
Cause I outfoxed Old Nick
So I wander about
Spreading mischief and doubt.
I’ve a bit of hellfire
And it never goes out.
It’s so easy to take
the wrong path, to mistake
A deep bog for dry land
Or to fall in a lake…
Not to worry, my friend
I don’t mean to offend
Just you follow Will’s light
To your own journey’s end.
Tom Juniper Poetry 