lost messenger

you had a choice and made the proper turn
but then the road divided and you fell
into a pit as deep and hot as hell
and from that time you have not ceased to burn
from then to now you have not failed to learn
the price of all the stories you would tell
the cost of all the goods that people sell
there are some things it is not good to earn
a distant horn reminds us of the time
it takes to journey up from deepest vale
into the light of not-so-common day
so many fail to finish the long climb
and they are beings of the self-same clay
but you alone return to give the tale