The Travelers Requiem
For I am like a forrest,
Best travel by night
Through parched branches, whose snap! turns hiss!
Wild like the winters,
Untold stories of unknown sounds
Greenery beyond the other side
Gray; caked with mud
Rocks that shall tumble and crumble underneath trample
Running with your horses attached to a carriage
Yet inside two passengers drive in the wild
Set to chase the travelers, whip my dust like dry
And hack aroiund the passage into the stream
Rest my horses apocalypse cometh too easy,
Drink of my gentle diamonds to replenish
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