Friday, November 13, 2009
There was once a road, a yellow brick road
it winded through the valleys
a golden path it was, a gleaming path
upon it a mans dreams were carried
it was built despite fear, through sorrow and tears
a path of a happy yet uncertain future
but many who traveled saw the future unravel
some, as if the dreams were meat, they began to butcher
blood was spilt upon the stones , staining all that was built alone
yet hope remained intact
where was not known was the gathering storm, more massive than any bomb
it was one that no one could detect
the storm tore through the path with unfounded wrath
leaving no stone unturned
it consumed the architect, blinding him from the destruction of his artifact
rendering him incapable of stopping the burn
when the storm had passed, the stones he stood on were all that would last
nothing was left of the dream
what should he do now? where should he go and how?
were all he thought about for to him he had lost all as it would seem
black&red memories.
10:49 PM