Hearken my listeners, while I expound
on a tale of Devil's Drive.
Although you must know of the lore that surrounds
the ravine of Devil's Drive;
have been told of its sinister hist'ry,
are aware that no mortal alive
can hope to evade the destruction ahead
that awaits on Devil's Drive.
Why then, you ask me, do I contemplate
at the mouth of Devil's Drive?
What sort of folly has solemnly sent me
again to Devil's Drive
in a secondhand ancient Toyota;
to attempt what no one can contrive--
traversing the span from its start to its end
on the road of Devil's Drive?
Your patience afford me, alas; for this story
does not start at Devil's Drive.
Rest assured I intend to return yet again
to events at Devil's Drive
once you hear of my doom and my folly
how intentions thought good were derived--
a tale like no other; of sister and brother
cast astray on Devil's Drive.
You must understand that no prey would befriend;
much less trust that a fox won't connive--
For are we not liars or tricksters or thieves
in the stories that somehow survive?
Was there not common cause for precaution?
To require a tag be devised
that our kindred must bear on the ear lest we wear
out our stay like Devil's Drive?
For so small a thing, that device sure could ring
like the wails at Devil's Drive.
If ever its wearer should go out of bounds,
it would do all it could to deprive
one's relations from what they were doing,
till some miscreant can be revived--
Are you really surprised at the course we contrived
ere events at Devil's Drive?
Prodigy sister with her older brother
left at home unsupervised...
Is it a wonder that they would encounter
the events at Devil's Drive?
When a sister's persistent exploring
overrode a mechanic device
resulting in sending relations unending
as a prank to Devil's Drive.
I heard the pinging, the messenger saying
'Come find me at Devil's Drive'
Every half hour, an urgent reminder--
'Come find me at Devil's Drive'
And secure in believing my folly,
would I misrepresent its advice.
Both should know better than to court disaster
that awaits at Devil's Drive.
Such was my thinking, but still unrelenting
'Come find me at Devil's Drive'
insisted her tag so I sighed and prepared
for a trip to Devil's Drive.
Knowing not then of her disappearance;
believing that she was alive,
would l climb to my feet and fare out in the sleet
to the bend of Devil's Drive.
Towns have their legends and cities their myths,
but for us it's Devil's Drive.
Based on the moral, 'look-first-ere-you-leap'
is the myth of Devil's Drive--
for the road is an optic illusion;
seeming straight when it veers to surprise
poor drivers unheeding to clifftop unyielding
at the end of Devil's Drive.
Unto this outcrop, I come to the clifftop
at the peak of Devil's Drive
where legends would say that the lost passed away
and conclude at Devil's Drive.
I behold there the optic illusion;
the sly manner her highway contrives
to appear like it's straight when no road there awaits
but the fall at Devil's Drive.
It's then to my nose that a faint scent arose
from the depths of Devil's Drive.
Blood, death and fear as now unto my ear
comes a voice from Devil's Drive.
"Should've known that my brother would find me,
always trusted you'd keep me alive.
Never doubted you'd see, and come looking for me--
You found me at Devil's Drive,"
Seconds too late; in despair at my fate
did I rage at Devil's Drive.
Cursing a god who uncaring abhorred
our trials on Devil's Drive
when the moon rose from out of her curtain
to re-summon illusion to life--
in moonlight enchanting a straight road unending
from the cliffs at Devil's Drive.
Thus do you find me, unsure and unsteady
at the mouth of Devil's Drive.
Gearstick in claw and right pedal to paw
on the road of Devil's Drive.
I have come like I said I would, sister--
come too far to regret or revise
So wait for me there, dearest sister, mon frer
while I ride down Devil's Drive.
