The Skull **Revised**

At lastIsawthe jungle prophecy,
two eyeless sockets float in spiteful rue
above the cavern of lost fantasy.
His shuffling gait abhorred by ragged shoe,
the cockle exclaimed upon Golgotha near,
Those dingy things werent meant to carry you.
It looks so haunted, said the boy in fear.
Not many ones have ventured here. The stone
of skull austere looks past the fallen year.
Men often find their footsteps lead alone, 
their courage lacks the will of iron grave.
But you my friend: you must not cry or moan.
Impending doom fell from the ceiling cave,
the boy endured the giant's grinding teeth,
crushing, like ice the sun refused to save.
Then throaty roar: an echo of the beast
(the rocks fellhardest when his mind succumbed)
collapsed the jaw in foresight of the feast.