The Warren County Line is on the outskirts of town.
They say thieves and bandits are all around,
lurking from weathered home to home.
We have been told to stay away
by our wise, old elders.
They say the smell of sin
will draw the strongest in
until you are never found again.
Passing by you can feel
the aura of unadulterated lawlessness.
No rules passed through the generations
that spread curious fear in us all.
We are all outsiders to all of them.
People that do not understand
how the civilized can live that way.
Downtrodden homes filled with dirt.
Kids that have never seen a school,
adults that have not arrived at a job.
Yet across that line, they all live on.
The screams of delight are hypnotizing
when heard through the echoes of the night.
Savage, mesmerizing music
inviting you to the debauchery.
To feel the sense of immortality
even if just for one night.
So many before have given
into that alluring temptation
of crossing over that line
to feel life’s hidden desires
never to be seen as the same
after coming back from
the calling of the Warren County Line.
October 7, 2014
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2014