The Road

Smooth road never ending, White as granite, on a sunny day, Straight path, barely curving, Home to thousands, Tiny towns on the side of the road, Children frolicking and running amok, Church bells silent, no religion, Caravan wagon, trading time. Two landers, at each end, Columbia and Cavorvite. One road, stop at the neck, Death comes to any mortal that passes there, Bridge only for Merchantmen. Destiny town, beyond the bridge, Forgotten by all but the caravan, And those on the other side. Forbidden, forgotten, creator of speckle seed, No fertile seed leaves the bridge, Spiral town, primitive, The road begins there, And ends in Destiny.