Post by aims on Jan 13, 2015 19:37:24 GMT -6
Down a winding path
in a knarled wood
up to: No Good
No Good
Spiders scurry,
naw hell they run away,
afraid to hear what you might say!
You growl
and groan
a language unknown,
though nobody answers
because you are alone;
all else is silence. . . that chills to the bone!
Cold as a stone
cold as a stone!
Dry brambles crackle
beneath your smoldering feet,
in this barren winter cold, you are the heat!
Every obstacle crumbles in defeat!
Hells not on wheels,
it's on slow thudding steps
ominous and unstoppable
they thunder on
when they arrive
all safety is gone!
The earth will swallow you whole
with a single yawn!
in a knarled wood
up to: No Good
No Good
Spiders scurry,
naw hell they run away,
afraid to hear what you might say!
You growl
and groan
a language unknown,
though nobody answers
because you are alone;
all else is silence. . . that chills to the bone!
Cold as a stone
cold as a stone!
Dry brambles crackle
beneath your smoldering feet,
in this barren winter cold, you are the heat!
Every obstacle crumbles in defeat!
Hells not on wheels,
it's on slow thudding steps
ominous and unstoppable
they thunder on
when they arrive
all safety is gone!
The earth will swallow you whole
with a single yawn!
