Best of the best
Massachusetts night,
Rainfall,
Wind,
Chill.
Loud laughter interrupts the stillness
And the wealthiest boys come to see
Their schoolmates at play,
And perchance participate
With their own private games.
Massachusetts dawn,
An owl still hoots.
Halls of mahogany wood
Fill up by the dozen
With navy blue uniforms.
The best of the best
Are assembled,
The remarkable four.
Pray tell, it's hard not to marvel
Every time the Sons of Ipswich
Enter a room,
Whether with admiration
Or jealousy,
It makes no difference to them,
As all eyes widen at their approach.
Massachusetts noon,
Things begin to confuse
While walking through
The captivating autumn woods,
Rich colors all around
Yet, with a sinister feel in the air.
Accusations and lies
Make up this town.
New England dusk,
Time is most precious
When living with these 'gifts'.
The powers entice, involve,
Strengthen, weaken,
And eventually destroy,
So only the best of the best
Can master self-control
Without being drained
Of his youth in the end.
But who is the best
Of the Sons of Ipswich?