Helter Skelter Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Beatles sang of a swirling ride,
Helter Skelter, side to side.
A simple song, a joyful sound,
But darkness gathered all around.

A twisted mind, a wicked plan,
Manson heard words, no one can.
Innocence lost, a summer's blight,
Eight lives stolen in the night.

The slide became, a fall
from grace,
A shattered peace, a fearful space.
The sixties dream began to fade,
A different story now was made.

Manson locked in, his power gone,
For years he lived, the damage done.
A memory that chills the bone,
Helter Skelter, standing alone.

Years passed slow, behind the wall,
His twisted game, consuming all.
At eighty-three, his story done,

A life of darkness, won by none.


T.M.Solvang