The Bloody Route To a Destiny

One more time, I walked through the slippry creepy surface of the Potter's field, I clutched my heart but fears tore me apart, As if my gloomy soul was dampened in perdition. The sight of the creaky bones, The maggots feasting on the deceased, The long standing and forgotten inscriptions on the tombs, And then, the oncoming sirens of a hearse. Parents weeping, children slain, aged creeping, Heroes and heroines fallen, Ideologies closed and rotting in a casket, And again, hope and ambitions dark, now looking blurry. I look in the shadows, hoping to get a glimpse of time, A voice whispered to me, hiding a smirk, In pains, like the cry of an expiring mouse, And in tears she said: "On this ground, you shall be killed if you fail to find the monster living and breeding in your mind." Immediately, I walked out to fight, The same war I have been fighting without knowing how to win, And on that quest I saw that which scared the weak and strong: The bloody route to a destiny in a cold and darkest night. Fearlessly, the main war began.