Woods

Woods A path where every man must go But not all come home As they are left to rot and roam Forever seeking a way to atone Yet forgotten walking all alone Weary to the bone Searching the eternal catacomb Trying to vanquish life yet always being dethroned Something a strong man must not condone His freedom and pride his cornerstone The world he disowns For his morals are made known And a bright light is shone A beacon to all those disowned The essence of good is grown Darkness falls under his cyclone For his path is lit and his life’s on loan Be wary of the sickness without backbone For it shall be overthrown As the man leaves it to wither and die on its own To stand alone Forever triumphant on his tombstone