The Road

The road is long
And treacherous
You may hear no song
Or chorus

The earth around you
Dead and barren
The ashes and yew
With ghostly desert carrion

The sky forever black
The ground covered in white ash
Animals around you lack
Life in mid-swing, slash

The road twisting
And narrow
The ash flies around the wind sifting
And no songs fill the air once filled with the song of sparrow

No color
No sound
The tree skeletons shutter
With every cold gust of wind around

No sun shines
No stars twinkle
No moon that blinds
No Milky Way sprinkle

No hope
Just gray monotony
No dreams elope
Just the wonder of who was more phony

People dying
No plants living
Children crying
No music playing

They hide their faces
In shame
They cower for their disgraces
Some for their infame

No light
Just dark
No one to hold on tight
To just listen to the lark

No one knows what lay
On either side of the road
They just remember the day
Some left, never returning, giving them forebode

In one direction
The road looks wide and clear
In the other direction
The road looks narrow and away people steer

The wide and open path
Has monsters and quick sand
The narrow path
Is free but requires more than one hand

Either way is dangerous
Choose your path wisely
Either way will be treacherous
But the rewards are different if chosen unwisely