The Road
The road takes me on
Through meandering mazes
Into mists and hazes
Till the time of dawn
Fiery icicles swarm
As Heaven’s haughty torch
Lies on azure porch
With flames to charm
Divine breaths plead
Pink rose-buds to dance
As swallows prance
Little mouths to feed
Drops of divine sorrow
Quench the meadows’ thirst
Mighty pillows burst
Doomed to weep and morrow
Locks of green hair
On the hills and dales
Harks to soothing tales
Lion in his lair
Fangs of the Earth rise
While a gaping hole
Devours my soul
As the last ray dies
Water pillars fall
Foaming fast in fury
Ridden by Mercury
As by Devil’s call
Lands bereft of lawns
Wind in pain grieves
Rainbow of fallen leaves
Cursing, moaning pawns
Watery fingers hold
Sand’s burning breast
Wails a wrathful crest
Secrets to unfold
Ferries drown in a mad witch’s frown
Clowns thrust in the fate’s claws
Satan sneers at human flaws
Feathers caught in Persephone’s crown
Of the Devil’s art
Saw a broken bow
Broken arrow
Aimed at Heaven’s heart
Shrouded trees in a cold clasp
Beaten hard by hails
Frozen fingers with icy nails
Sting the heart, a cruel asp
A silver crescent, gloomy and dim
The night’s coy lantern
And the Hours’ urn
Drunk with ashes, filled to brim
Centipede of light
Rusty metal domes
The road still roams
I’ve run out of might…