For those of you in the know, this was written after reading Pilgrims Progress.
This is the story of Giant Despair,
Someone in your life, you've to be very aware,
If he catches you sleeping, in the job you're doing,
He will drag you back, and put you to ruin,
You have to brave the storm and not to sleep,
Or Giant Despair, will upon you creep,
And take you back to his Giant lair,
When trouble will come, and you'll be deeply scared,
This happened to the pilgrims in this tale,
Who slept through the storm, the wind and the hail,
Only to find themselves sleeping the day,
Woken up, dragged off, and have nothing to say,
And down in the dungeon where the rats smelled fear,
Were Christian and Hopeful, who had both shed a tear,
Knowing inside of the foolish thing they'd done,
Of sleeping the night and into the morning sun,
And the Giant unbolted the great iron door,
Presumably he had done so many times before,
With a club in his hands he beat them hard,
He left them battered, and slammed the door, real hard,
Left with their sorrow, and left with their pain,
They weren't going to make this foolish mistake again,
They should have fought onwards through the wind and the rain,
But all they could think about, was the Giant who brought them pain,
Next day the Giant walked in with amazement in his eye,
He had beaten them enough and expected them both to die,
He told them, they were never, no never going to escape,
If they tried indeed, both the pilgrims he would break,
If they did not wish to die, as they hadn't had no food,
He offered them poison, that they should wisely use,
Then Christian begged and pleaded with this Giant,
That he would have mercy, and asked him, to relent,
And the Giant was mad, and could have beaten them up,
But in the bright summer weather, he found his strength was spent,
The Giant then left, and they both began to brood,
What shall we do, we are going to die, for lack of food,
If the Giant is ill, maybe, just maybe, he won't lock the door,
The King may show us a way of escape, let us wait a little more,
That evening the Giant thundered down once again,
Only to find them not dead,,, only in a lot of pain,
Despair was very angry, and had some terrible words to say,
And as Christian looked and heard, poor Christian fainted away,
In the morning the Giant dragged them both to the open yard,
There was bones of pilgrims, from places near and far,
It surely was indeed, the most dreadful sight they'd seen,
He was going to kill them said the Giant with an enormous beam,
Then he beat them, he beat them black and blue,
And the poor pilgrims did not know what they were going to do,
Now Christian,,, had the Key of Promise, about himself,
Which he had forgotten about, such as his despair, of spiritual health,
They both began to pray, their prayer to the King,
They prayed to him earnestly, of Despairs downfall He would bring,
And the King heard of his little pilgrims plight,
And then sent out an angel, to see them, clothed in raiment bright,
The angel then whispered words into Christians ear,
Although Christian did not see him, Christian did hear,
And he remembered that Discretion, had given him a key,
And that it would open every lock, and undoubtedly set them free,
The Giant upon hearing their escape, pounded upon the stair,
But the Giant fell heavily to the ground, within the Giants lair,
The Giant lay upon the ground as they managed to get free,
And they ran across the meadows, for their king they were going to see,
This is a chapter, in a Christians walk in time,
Making us aware, as we fight the front line,
There are pitfalls abundant, in our journey to the King,
Be aware at all times, for in his name we should cling.
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