Just wrote this poem between songs on my radio show. Hope it’s okay. Dark and a bit mythical…hope that is okay.
James WF Roberts
Run, run, run little rabbit run…
Big bad wolf is still sniffing around the burrow
Run, run statue if you can feel, you can move. Faster.
Innocently? or Immaturely, danced too long around the gates
What happened to the maiden who danced around the Devil?
What happened to Persphone? where is she now… initiate, flirt
embrace…but run. Run. Run. Little Rabbit run.
Method in the madness you cannot see
Giving what you want. Giving you want you need…
escape. Run. Run. Run. Little Rabbit Run
away from the on-coming storm…
don’t be seduced by the headlights…
Run. Run. Run. Run. Don’t look back.
Don’t remember. Just run..Black Dog
will find you…no more Nights in Satin…
on your knees to this Satan.
Run. Run. Run. Run Little Rabbit Run.
you have almost made it to the end of the overgrown path
in this haunted forest.
Run Little Rabbit. Run Little Rabbit Run.
Can you see the dawn yet? Icarus flying so high
Remember Eurydice Don’t look back…Keep running…
the Black Dog has almost lost your scent..just let it feast on me.