Dark and cold and damp and eerie
Gloom and fear and sorrow near me
A wicked tree in the light of the moon
I walk alone to a silent tune
Yet still I'm fine
There before me a path of shadows
Leading through the winding meadows
Then broken streets and lonely ghettos
To distant lands and ancient pharaohs
Yet still I'm fine
Across the barren lands and further still
To ice and snow and a cold dark chill
A wretched walk that I must take
Past things of gloom and filled with hate
Yet still I'm fine
Beyond strange beasts who's eyes are blind
And are of rage that once where kind
Into places I will find
Where thoughts betray me and warp my mind
Yet still I'm fine
And now the day and now the sun
And now at last my walk is done
And now with others I'm not alone
Peace of mind for I am home
Yet still I'm fine...
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