Ramona (empyreal) wrote, @ 2007-11-12 16:05:00

For Aaron
For those of you not familiar with a ballad, it is a poem composed of quatrains (a four line stanza with lines 1 and 3 in iambic tentrameter and 2 and 4 in iambic tremiter). Ballads are often used in a song-like rhythm and tell a story.

"My ballad happens to be a Biblical metaphor for myself embarking on my journey of life with struggles and adversity along the way."

Ballad 1: The Path to God
He walked alone for days and days,
An endless path ahead.
The sun and heat did test his fear
Of unforgiving dead.

The steps and days grew long and hard,
A test of strength and heart.
The boy now understood the path
His walk was just the start.

The test for God was proving faith
And undivided love.
The stars and moon both gleam and guide
From heaven up above.

Yet God had promised peace and bliss
In undivided love,
Eternity and tranquil life
In heaven up above.

One dreary night the boy had heard
A quiet, evil voice.
He rose from sleep and suddenly
Began to fear his choice.

The Devil stood in front of him
With eyes of beating red.
These dreadful eyes began to pierce
The boy who feared the dead.

"You seek your God and walk a path
with faith and hope of love,
Yet where is God to save your soul,
From heaven up above?"

Despite his fear the boy began
to speak in Holy tongue,
"Be gone, you beast, my heart is God's,
my path is not yet done."

The Devil stopped and looked around
And suddenly was gone,
The boy then looked into the sky,
And God had brought the dawn.

The boy now stood alone again,
But felt his test had passed.
The loss of fear and faith in God
He finally had grasped.

The sun was bright but wind had brought
A gentle summer breeze.
He knew his soul was clear of dread,
He's finally at ease.

For God now knew the boy did love
With faith and hope in him,
So God began to sing the boy
A mesmerizing hymn.

The boy had passed the test of life
And God had kept his word.
The boy then died a peaceful death,
As hymns of God were heard.
By Aaron Krause



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For reference, this ballad was written by my nephew. Go Aaron, go! Auntie Momo loves you =)

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