The future calls through misty woods
Where wander many, lost
Be still my aching heart, rejoice
A path clears through the frost
Uncertainty lines the trodden ground
And violence paves the stones
The cobble is of rotten wood
The fence of mottled bones
The weather beats the winding stair
That leads the way that's shown
But if you stray from the path
Beware the great unknown
The Beast lurks near to tempt you off
The clear path that's ahead
And if you listen to his call
You will soon be dead
Do not heed the lovely trills
That is the voice of Beast
For if you follow to his lair
Upon your flesh he'll feast
And once your body is all but gone
The Beast will take your soul
And all because you strayed the path
That you were told to stroll
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All the little lights
PoetryMy challenge to you is to read my poems and find your own meanings Votes and comments are very much appreciated:)
