You'll walk it alone, the desolate path leading to nowhere
The old fairy tree abandoned by the island will wither and die away
Walk the path alone, in solitude confinement
Your happiness ripped, tipped upon like a meaningless tale
You'll be like a fallen hero in your lonely story no one care to listen
You'll tell your tale with twisted tongue and dry lips
Your stomach will rumble and the pang will devour your intestine in whole
You'll crawl on your belly not like a lizard, much more worst
If you're not steadfast, in haste, in hurry or in winkle
Your tale be forgotten like the path shown by a snake on a rock
You'll be severed, cut through your weakness in time
You'll be gone, lost in vanity and in pain, nothing in bliss
You'll know and see and be cleared to the fact that your life
This life, you're here as you came, alone be alone in it and alone
Till you find the right path or not at all, then you die, blown to ashes
© Whitephoenix