The Legend of Marc and Bill
By Kenny Young
What fools! You will say, when by light of the day
You recall the Legend of Marc and Bill.
But you'll covet and glean, from the story, I mean.
You'll be green, I mean envy, you will.
For a love like theirs happens but once in a life, you will live it or witness, that's all.
If you've lived it, you'll laugh; if you witness you'll cry.
For passion like that, you'd kill or you'd die.
Here goes it, my best, may it pass the test and be posted upon every wall.
It started back then, not long ago since
There happened to be a desert land prince
Short in stature, long in being, strong in will.
Who happened one night, (maybe this part's not right),
�To stumble across bar-keep named Bill.
A finer man not seen since as far as recalled
By aforementioned prince
And the smitten was hit'n quite soon.
For the man 'cross the plank, gazed right back and he sank
Into Marc's eyes, into love, into doom.
PERFECT LOVE! You will shout
Until you find out,
That the two of them, neither quite whole,
Could not star in this show, the love blossomed so strong
How could it be wrong?
Well it cost them both each of their souls.
The Marc of the Valley was a happy/sad man,
King of party,
King of pleasure,
Heart of stone.
Feared, but well-loved, and sated
With his house congregated.
Never lonesome, but always alone.
Stay with me, please, if you care, if you will,
For into Marc's kingdom will now enter Bill,
Who needed that stone as his anchor.
His tempestuous life,
Filled with pain, loss, and strife,
Touched the human in Marc, soothed his rancor.
"How could it be, someone such as thee
Fair of face, deep of eyes,
And quick with small lies
Ever suffer, ever cry, and ever falter?"
"Here's the deal." said the Marc "It's not evil, just dark."
And he ran out the line,
Bill's new halter.
And the battle began, Marc's leash on the man
Proved far too restraining for Bill.
But who can resist, when heaped in his dish,
The substance that crushes a will.
That defies any wish
For release or respite in the dead of the night?
Its folly, it is foolish, who could hope to resist?
Not Marc, not Bill, maybe you, but not I.
For how can it be that "Without you, I'm not me?"
And "Without you, I can't possibly live?"
If you find such a love, to take, and to hold,
Please remember, your soul you're required to give.
And where does this lead, 'cept to dark, shameful deed
To steal back what was yours that was stole?
Who's soul would be kept and who's soul will be lost
In this contest of strong, gorgeous wills?
"Who makes us the most?" Marc seeks to discover.
"What is the cost of a lifetime, dear lover?" Is the question flung back,
And it's Bills.
We'll never know, I keep on praying, while you, my friend, may be saying
"Where's the end, who prevailed, tell me please?"
Not so fast, my dear friend, the lesson's NOT in the end.
It's the journey, not the end, where you'll learn.
For love to be perfect it's got to be worth it, and that's measured by
How the fire burned
I'll say and I'll pray that their struggle goes on; I'll drop to my knees, not in spite.
Wrong as though their love seemed to you and to me,
I will hope for a love that's as right.
So say what you will, of tale told this night.
If you've got any sense you will wish that you might
Feel the flame, and I hope that you will.
For no matter what any man swears or proclaims, he still yearns to attain
The Inferno of Marc and of Bill.
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